Poetry – always.

This is a placeholder

For now

While I rummage

Back through

My life debris

To find

Those words

That tell my story.
















Hold me





Don’t let  me go 





Bear me





While everything 





Becomes clear.















I have tried





To look at it 





Another way





But it is 





What it is.















It was just this thing





No blame, no cliffs to fall from,





She said don’t ask  





And I don’t 





Because I know. 















The moon is up,





The sky has clouds,





It can be cold





But you know 





You got life.





No problem.