Time’s Calm

The stillness of that year,captured in still frames,plucks at my veinslike the IV needle.We drive to the hospital,to empty waiting rooms,to masked facesand empty eyesto perdition,or so it seems.Still, that waiting room haunts me,awakening masked emotions.But time passes smoothlythrough the eyes of a needle,until the ghost of that year fades,wavering in my mind’s eye,and IContinue reading “Time’s Calm”

Journeying

for the love of adventure, I’ll cross these prairie lands of waving grass and sun-speckled hollows, the pastures hidden beyond winding county roads and no-named hillsides, sleeping under yesterday’s roof and weaving tomorrow from scratch Oh my goodness, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve written a poem on WordPress! I’ve missed that. This semesterContinue reading “Journeying”