Passing Clouds

Bent rusty nails, snagging shirts walking by

Torn up unread letters scattered in the wind

Rooftop proclamations delivered to the sky

Passing clouds, salvation as they float by

Gazes with the Sun

Holding gazes with the sun

Warmth cradles my face

And blinds me just enough to continue on

No Idea What I’m Waiting For

Open windows

Letting the breeze hit my face

A sting that travel throughout my spine

Eventually turning everything numb

Yet I stand there, unmoving

With no idea what I’m waiting for

Hanging On

Fingertips on wooden walls

Hanging on

Gravity creeps in

Pushing weight down to the tips of my toes

And I find myself

Sweating to the heat of the moon

And looking forward to the cool breeze of the sun

Mixed up thoughts lounge in waiting rooms

As waiting and wanting become mistaken for one another

Counting to ten

Lists roll through the currents of my mind

One for two

Two for ten

Breathing life into my fingertips

Helping me to hang on

Encircled

Sea swells serenade wanting lips

Harvested moons watching from above

Saturated life flows in surround sound

A collection of bits and pieces encircle me

Where do I go to let go