A new stone
Is crafted
In hours
Alone
Waiting for a new day
A new opportunity
A new stone
Is crafted
In hours
Alone
Waiting for a new day
A new opportunity
More than
Or less
Than
Even when
The path is uncertain
The question is asked
What will become of me
In the back of the room
Comes a noise
Uncertain origins
On a dark night
In the house alone
I crawl in close
I grab my phone
I heard
That there will be changes
But when and where
Are yet to be told
Behold
The hope
I have
Two seconds
Poems
I should know them
But I am not too
Familiar
Try again
When it was not
What was expected
No correct answers
Were given
So go ahead
And try again
Cool conversations
Happen over coffee
In the moment
Focused
On reality
Mine has changed
Recently
But nothing
We can’t deal with
Late layers
Into the night
Of a whole evening
Feeling alright
In the moment
And now too
Momentary clarity
Came through
A new let down
Happening all around
When the hopes
Of few
Befall most of us
The words fall short
Of the intended goals
A sea vegetable
For the eating
In mid-April
With my own heart beating
I wish I could take
Care of the wild at sea
For there is something out there
That is inside of me