Lost

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive

dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path

Horse

summer at the farm-
the scent of hay and manure
permeates the air

white flicks of foam-
horses steaming
in the autumn air

Awake

bleary eyed and tired-
the tile floor in the bathroom
cold beneath my feet

before sunrise-
my pillow whispers
sweet nothings

Coffee

invading my dreams-
the warm aroma drifts in
through my bedroom door

warm pajamas-
a steaming mug
on my nightstand

Weekend

saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips

the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm

Injustice

bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day

new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows

Homeless

curled up on cardboard-
nameless faceless commuters
pass without a glance

fingerless gloves-
dreaming of a home
not a doorway

Sisyphus

reaching for the sun-
all those years spent climbing up
just to fall back down

scorched earth-
blackened stumps
to the horizon

Meditation

cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone

balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now

Disgust

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings

a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish