Relief

I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met

Summer

Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat

Solitude

Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers

Leap

Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now

Pullman

Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep

Age

A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair 
Looking back at me

Regrets

Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been

Brevity

Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms

Noise

Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it

Garden

Dark flowers bloom as
Small drops of rain release the
Incense of the earth