A Way to Go

Often I wake up
in the middle of the night
unable to go back to sleep
writing this
like so many others

We wait for the light
on the edge of dawn
trying to make sense
of ourselves and others
with a few words rambling
off into the blur of forgetfulness

It's  sad and silly and maybe smart
to be wise in our own eyes
giving ourselves a sigh of completeness
as we fall
and we do fall
back into the loneliness
of ourselves not knowing what we're doing.

Notice the period on the above line
that shows a good place to stop
but I keep going
hoping
something comes out of all of this....

Maybe a prayer
that I'm still involved
and finding my way to go.

All of us...
finding
a way to go.

Is that why
we wake up
in the middle of the night?



With Whispers

So I'm back
with a line of light
on the horizon...

Do you see it?
At least imagine it...

Or are little Leprechauns
dancing around on the floor
pointing at your cold feet

old feet that almost never
get out and run in the dry soft sand
of freedom

and where is the freedom
we use to read about?

Sorry...

I didn't want to go back into this...
The Leprechauns are nervous now...

But think of it...
A sunny day at a beach
where the waves are gentle and warm
and make you believe
you're young again
with someone walking toward you
to love and cry with under the covers
of a bed
safe
and silent

with whispers
of love
lasting forever.



Upward We Bend

This is the end
of another rattle of lines

hoping you read between the skips
and look up to the sky

where clouds move slowly
showing the way

of how to sit beside
all those you love

and fly Baby Fly!