Uneventful Days

 

It is not every day

a supernova brightens
the southern sky,
or Adam and Eve reach out
for the apple. 

In between,

there are stretches of days
that leave no
history behind.

Wastelands of time?

Maybe not. 

They are…

…days to live through

small joys and pains
or to see you close
and appreciate the beauty
    of that crooked nose.

They are…

…days of idleness

sitting on the overhang
along the creek
toes playing
with their own reflection.

I need to

learn and accept,
their blessings.

It Slowly Happens

 

Two paper boats

drift apart
inch by inch
in the rainwater.

Imperceptible changes,
and here we are
saying goodbyes
on the steps
of the county court.

The Other Side

 

On the edge

where ocean meets
the land

a child stands
looking across
towards the promises

on the other side.

Green orchards
blue skies
and a safe bed
among four walls
and no sound of
gunfire.

And yes,

water in the tap.

A small heart

struggling to survive
clutches on a
strand of hope
of the other side.