Concepts – Page 41

pulling on warm clothes
taken straight from the dryer
my guilty pleasure
–
on the subway
the smile of a dog
being rubbed right

while my life flies by
I can’t help but to notice
yours is standing still
–
frozen in flight
the languid sweep
of a hummingbird wing

brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed

fine handmade Washi
creased and folded into art
by talented hands
–
watching the birth
of an origami
lobster

glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest

encouraging words
left in the chinks in my walls
for my future self
–
in a sky blue egg
cracks begin
to appear

as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away

staring at the stars
she walks in the warm surf while
winds tousle her hair
–
herring gulls
skimming on the
offshore breeze

physically drained
emotionally wiped out
I have no spoons left
–
driftwood
beaten by
the surf

no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready