We are as free
as soap bubbles in the wind;
no less no more
...
THERE was a man who
ran on sunlight; but we forced
him to run on gas.
...
the shade under a mango tree
the warmth of a summer day
the whistleing of birds dancing in my head
a book and a pen
...
We are pendulums
every last one of us
pendulums is what we are
we swing back and forth
...
He said 'let there be light'
then someone somewhere
flipped a switch
of His own design.
...
A shadow flanks the door
through which escape is merely possible;
the wooden sheet has been swung open
by the winter draft that's never cold,
...
There are empty spaces
Everywhere in the world.
Poetry tries to fill those spaces
With beautiful words.
...
In the flight of a bird,
there is hope.
In the smile of a child,
there is hope.
...
I've awaken
to a trial;
is it life I've awaken to?
darken spaces float around
...