Momentum’s Hand

Who knew before tomorrow was imagined in the sand

That footsteps would erase fears

A hand’s soft imprint appears

Lightly pushing me forward unwittingly

Towards momentum’s outstretched hand


Sometimes I Shift

The world shifts

Sometimes not I with it

Clockwise blurs blow whirlwinds

Standing firm, I wait for the calm

And count leaves in rotation

Tunnels, cocoons, narrow alleyways

Each take their turn

A flip book of pictures caught in a loop

As time watches for the perfect moment to step in


The world shifts yet again

And I wonder if this time I will shift with it

Chance Encounters Fate

Rounded corners bind unexpected ties

Narrow pathways leave little room to pass

Sudden encounters suspend thought then motion

Standstill’s silence hangs in the air


Racing thoughts nudge unspoken words

Glances met, uncertainty exchanged

Chance and fate barter for this moment

Unclear who won the tug of war


Corners rounded, anticipation chants

Encounter’s scent remains at my side

Past’s mirage reflected in the mirror

No escape, nowhere to hide