Following Tops of Umbrellas

City views from fifty-three stories up

Slightly cloudy, partial rain

A horizon of high rises in the distance

Below, tops of umbrellas moving this way and that

Not in unison, each with a different destination

A yellow one crosses the street

My eyes follow as it moves through the city

Stopping at street corners, waiting for lights to change

Slow, fast, depending upon the flow

It rounds a corner and is lost

And a feeling of wonder stays with me the rest of the day


Originally posted September 7, 2015


Roadmaps Sketched in Pencil

Roadmaps sketched in pencil

Spray painted arrows on brick walls

Deja vu standing at crowded crosswalks

Familiar houses on streets with no names


Standing, spinning

Arms outstretched to keep from falling

Shapes blending with color palettes

Streak marked images etched deep in my mind


Stopping, stumbling

My balance kicked by gravity’s pull

Knee burns and scraped cheeks

Leaving scars in the middle of the street


Crumpled maps thrown in corners

Brick walls covered with fresh coats of paint

Turning corners instead of crowded street crossings

Voices from my past guiding me home


Originally posted August 7, 2015


Driving Through Lightning Storms

Lightning storms in the distance

With each strike

We are in awe of their shapes and power

They strike left, right and center

It’s strange

We do not hear the thunder

Our paths converge

Soon a strike that is too close for comfort

Our awe turns to uneasiness

Uneasiness turns to fear

We continue forward

And try to chat normally like we always do

But deep inside its churning

Round and round

Our eyes are wide darting back and forth

Peering through the rain drops

Wishing for over there

Not right here

Where we are

As soon as it began

It also ends

And we shoot out of the storm

Into sunshine and clear skies

The lightning storm is now behind us

And again, we wonder why

We never heard the thunder


Originally posted June 29, 2015

Journey to Sensoji Temple

In the distance

The gates of the Sensoji Temple rise

My heart beat quickens

But my steps remain slow and steady

As I near

The wind and thunder guardians greet me

As if waiting for me for this precise moment

I light incense and place it in a large urn

A slow smoldering smoke begins to burn

Patiently, I wait for the smoke to rise

Then cup my hands, lean forward

Bow my head

Wafting the smoke towards me

Over and over again

Smoke follows a slow current

Taking its time, flowing from top to bottom

Silently I say a prayer

For healing and forgiveness


Originally posted August 4, 2015

She Hid Behind the Letter W

She held the letter W in her hands

Her eyes gazed forward

Her lips pursed

Behind it

She hoped it covered her wounds

Hiding them from the rest of the world

She always felt invisible

Yet believed all could see only that part of her

That she wished was buried deep

Away, unable to breathe

Never to see daylight

She hid behind the letter W

Hiding from the world

Safety not in numbers

Away from the eyes of others

In the end

She couldn’t hide from the only eyes that mattered

Trapped within herself


Originally posted July 28, 2015

Puddles of Lost Voices

Falling rain

Each drop free falling faster than the next

The sound of a million needles splashing on my skin

Tiny droplets reverb in the background

A lonely melody emerges

Puddles of lost voices begin to sing

Their faint voices, distant

Burrow deep inside and stay with me

And I’m certain

There will never be a storm like this again

But I will always hear this song

Whenever it rains


Originally posted August 22, 2015