You Can’t See Me


I’m hidden well here
Bag on my head so
No one will find me

I’ve no one to fear
And no one to know
Alone I run free

I stumble, unclear
How far I can go
Unable to see


Still Here


awake in rain, appetite whet
relieved that the burning
was just another dream

the full images failed to set
too tossed in the turning
before floated downstream

where fishermen wait with old nets
and children watch, learning
why never pick a team

is this called hunger or yearning?
waking up is not what it seems

Twice Around the Lake is One Mile


Back to woods and water, trees and sky,
Searching for this god you say is real.
I walk in circles, going nowhere fast.

I walk in circles. Is your god nearby?
Do angels gather thoughts I drop? I feel
Alone out here, just walking through my past.

Alone out here, with hawk and butterfly,
And fishermen who sit with rod and reel,
Praying to their gods with every cast.

Praying to their gods, to ask them why
They hide themselves, refusing to reveal
Who will win, and who will come in last.

Who will win this race to god? Will I?
I beg your god; I borrow theirs; I steal.
I need to find my own god, unsurpassed.

I need to find the god I hope is real.
We’ll walk in circles, going nowhere fast.

Mood and Weather, Both Bleak


no walk today
no woods, just rain
no pond, no sky
just indoor songs

no getaway
locked in my brain
no answers why
life takes so long

when angels say
they can explain
I want to cry
but tears feel wrong

instead I pray
ancient refrains
old words that I
hope keep me strong

no walk today
no breath, just pain
no outward sigh
just indoor songs

A Final Bref Double, Slightly Relaxed


More gray than green this spring too soon undone
By May’s hurried exit. She left without packing,
While June bursts in, taking for herself what’s
Left behind, bouncing on the bed covered in

Roses. Come play, she calls to the rest of us
Hiding behind closed doors, still mourning
Our friend. What will we do without her gentle
Smile and soft touch? She dried our tears when

March lashed out, so cruel. And kissed our cuts
Each time we fell, taking April’s dare to ride
Without training wheels. Impatient June is
Already calling her hot friends. Summer begins

Now. We’re all invited to the party. No crying.
Spring ambled by our side, but summer struts.

One More to Make Up For Last Week


I wish I lived where stars still fill the sky,
Where night’s true darkest nature is revealed.
And trees stretch tall, uncut by road and wire.
Give me mountain views, and sunsets, and the wild.

Build me there a home far from the crowds.
I don’t need neighbors, just a place to heal.
Let me rest on glacial boulders, dreaming clouds.
Storms batter the adult, but cleanse the child.

My prayers burst into flames as lightening’s fire
Carries them to gods who have no names.
What angels will appear, what ghosts draw near?
How many tempered hearts have they beguiled?

Exposed my soul in starlight truths concealed
From heart and mind, what spirit most desires.