Write every day.
Live every day, so you have something to write.
Different story or the same with minor variation.
Life won’t let you decide all the time.
Write every day, if you can.
Laugh every day.
Be this being who lives for what it loves.
Write, sing, or play every day.
If there’s a will, there’s a way.
Enjoy every day.
On the edge and looking over. There’s a new name for another of the same but slightly different.
I’m reaching the crest where I start to mark time with gray hairs and lost teeth.
I forgot how to look forward, forgot how to be me.
I traded images and faces, names, morphed with color of hair and strategy of game.
Beware, Self is something much easier to lose than find again.
down about the dust
make the path
trying to find the sun.
I’ve only ever run.
Now a patch of ground
It holds a lake
where I can see my heart glow
in its reflection.
Before, I’ve seen only clouds,
I’ve seen only
a murky surface
oiled slick and swirling
How am I to believe in this glow?
A whole universe, waiting to grow.
How many made it this time around,
how many faces with you
versus those you search for in the rain.
Let the ball drop
Fluctuations of millions beginning,
stories spilling open
and we’re left counting names
faces in the room with us
to see who’s going round again.
I won’t be.
to remind me to
and my lungs
and the chemicals that make up being.
and sing my hopes to insects
I’ll know when it’s time to sleep
by the weight of the atmosphere,
I’ll forget words,
remember my heart,
sit in ghost silence,
and meditate with stones.
I’ll learn the language of
I’ll call hawk,
and look on night without suspicion.
Nowhere else than earth has embraced me
my bones will embrace in return.