Clouds

I look to the sky, seeing nitrogen, oxygen,
argon, water, and light.

“The biggest white mass,” you ask,
“What do you see it as?”

To me, it seems a pirate ship.
To you, it seems a house.

We have on our hands: a person,
another,
a difference, and each of these three
is pretty.

But you look to the sky, seeing rock, clay,Read More »

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I wanted to go.

If you had asked the reason, I’d have said,
“Why, because!” for I did not know, but I was not
wrong. Surely the black sky with the city lights
in the grey towers were there, calling to me.
Where? Why, in Japan! I knew becauseRead More »

Crossroads

My crossroads were a metaphor,
because where was I when I realized the road before me forked?
In the reclining chair,

painting the epistemic situation in the distinctive shades
of sand, sun, and tumbleweeds- nothing but dust and wind on either
side as far as eye could see. And how was I to choose between,
and win or lose or even move?

But that’s the thing about crossroads. You never paint their metaphor
if you find sitting still an option.
It would be a third path, and you would plow on. So,
pressure. Tick, tock.

But my crossroads were a metaphor! I finally realized,Read More »

Sanity

We all stand
on the same polka dotted mat.

You stomp the colored spots
like they’re disco-balls. You’re effortless,
the game’s commands flowing through
your veins. Your instinct: Graceful dance.

I start
with the center,
but one spot cannot hold two limbs!
So all that comes next
is a jumble-Read More »