#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day eighteen

it’s all tension here
what is the correct distance
between life and death

*

such an honour
placed gently in my hands
each one of your dreams

*

all this talk of distance
the head, the heart, and all that -
the question of trust

*

i feel the weight of you
the simple fact of your presence
is my anchor

*

the question of timing
i’ve never been good at waiting
neither have you

#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day seventeen

our second chances

everything we don’t deserve

we fill our pockets

*

words never uttered

the ways we erase ourselves

the backwards glance

*

not paying attention

i allow myself to be fooled

there will be regrets

*

the war of attrition

how often we are enticed

according to taste

#NaHaiWriMo 2017 - day sixteen

there are no birds

and yet the sky bright and blue

a weight lifting

*

now you must stand firm

it is good to know your measure

take hold of your anchor

*

do not be dissuaded

let them feel the weight of you

hands sure, words true

*

and so we stand here

knowing there really aren’t words

reaching for hope

*

it’s unexpected

the admission of defeat

desire for retreat

#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day fifteen

the relational

the way we move things around

the transactional

*

life is spoken here

some forms of family

involve a circle

*

constant sound of water

the sun pleasant on the face

a measured pace

*

slightly in shadow

the perfect weather for waiting

birds soar overhead

#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day fourteen

yes and again yes

the question is only this

would I still ask you

*

only god can judge me

a statement of confidence

more than an excuse

*

is that all there is?

that’s a relief, then

fewer expectations

*

the knife sharp and deep

necessary but brutal

still looking for home

*

sitting in the sun

embraced by friends and their words

this brings me life