Unemcumbered Go I

Change falls from pockets, upside down

But slowly moves through the threads of moments past

Gentle breezes follow, providing nudges forward from behind

A refreshing encounter, a history of gale winds in the opposite direction


Autumn leaves fall, oranges and reds whirl to a silent melody

Creating a familiar scent without words to describe

Muted to the ears, but not the touch

Layers shed, unencumbered go I



Halting Time

Imprints on wheat fields

Looking up to the sky

Silhouetted hands blocking the sun

Chaff floating, attaching at the touch

Silence the color of my camouflaged surroundings

Listening to seconds fall from the sky

Gently accumulating on my chest

As if to say, it’s okay to halt time

At least just for now