backseat

it's one of those
blue periods,
Pablo would know
what you mean.
the malaise
the slump
the lull
but grey seems
a better shade to
name it.
you want to take a
backseat
somewhere in oblivion
and watch
the protons and neutrons
whizzing by,
a marionette
dancing
at the end of strings
tethered in
the stars.

summer solstice

half way between
the year's bookends of cold
life flowing through the
trees and grass and flowers
the breeze alive with
insect air traffic
days stretching out
into what will be night
by the time the year ends
if only i could hit pause
and make the summer
last forever

to kiss or not to kiss

blessings (or nothing is ever only black and white)

blessings
come in many
sizes and shapes,
quite a few clever
disguises, too.
that which causes
you a world of
hurt and pain
could be the blessing
prayed for by someone
so dear and close
that you are joyful
in suffering,
knowing that
they are not.