Walk

I walk to remind
my self and my body that
I can, I still can.

cc by Ateh 42

Flight

I learned I could fly –
Now these wings beat against glass,
I travel inside

“birds” by Zeynep. is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

Slippage

Sometimes a whole day
slips away into twilight –
look up and it’s May.

Glass

Behind sky grey glass,
Lone bodies on rain-slicked streets.
A deep breath –– held.

New year

A new year begins,
Cocooned, cosy, comfortable –
suspended rebirth

Bodies

I fear for these young
breakable bodies, though their
hopes have yet held fast

Image by Flavio Botana from Pixabay

 

Smoke

Wrap your arms around
smoke and mirrors – learn to love
this curated self

cc by hortonjac via Flickr

Forgotten

I grew in my mind
a poem potent and pure –
which I then forgot

cc by DaveBleasdale via Flickr

Resolution

I resolved to be
stronger, but then promptly went
all weak at the knees

cc via Wikimedia Commons

Stroke of Midnight

At the stroke of midnight, where will you be –
Asleep in your bed, afloat on the sea?

At the stroke of midnight, will you think of me –
Adrift in my bed, heart a roiling sea?

At the stroke of midnight, then shall we be
as oceans merging, hearts unmoored and free?