Focus
eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers
eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers
the low morning sun
full of threats and promises
through the falling snow
–
skies alight-
the rumble
low and throaty
locked in my safe room
the world burning down outside-
is it hot in here?
–
crimson sky-
ashes drifting
on hot winds
open bed pickup
memories caught by the wind
litter the highway
–
twisted fingers-
brittle pages of
her wedding album
coruscating snow
slithers across the highway
hastened by the wind
–
morning sun-
cherry blossoms
in the snow
after the thunder
the sun dances in the snow
through the parting clouds
–
winter morning-
a snowy egret
dips her bill
lives in transition
our time of death uncertain
until the next one
–
morning glory-
time enough
to live again
a vial of poison-
reminiscences of you
held up to my lips
–
desert skies-
reflections of death
in the watering hole
at once of two worlds-
straddling the razor’s edge
between life and death
–
winter sun-
the hawk’s shadow
grows smaller
packed commuter train
a stranger’s breath on my neck
making my skin crawl
–
rising darkness-
the files close
and I’m alone