The Search Is On

Such a depth

And such confusion.

I don't understand

Why I feel like

I have lost

When, in fact,

I have not lost

At all.

What I love,

It is still here.

But the joy of it

Is gone.

I don't know how

To regain it.

But I want to do

What I can

To enjoy

The thing

That used to

Make me

Come alive

That leaves me,

Instead,

Feeling so

Very

Inadequate.

Fall Has Fallen

Orange decorates

Every corner

Except the

Corner

Where the

Pink, sparkly

Pumpkin

Grins,

Lit up

From

Within

So excited for

What is

To come.

First Monday

Today

Has been

A beautiful

And busy

And fruitful

And just a little

Dizzy

Kind of day.

Reading and

Singing,

Sleeping and

Waking.

Giving and

Taking,

And giving.

What great

Blessings

These simple

Things

Are.

From The Ashes

Moving on

Is not

Really

Possible.

Moving through

Is what

Actually

Happens.

Ten years

Later,

After

The smoke

Clears,

People

Will gather

People

Will remember

People

Will unite

Again.

Photographic Memory

In the water
Long ago
There was a boy -
My brother -
There beside me.
The August heat
The water, cool
Myself, eight
My brother, two
There, beside each other.
He leans in close,
Kisses my cheek
With slimy
Toddler love.
And now when I look
Back on this,
The memory's like
A glove.

Fight to Win

Barriers
Are everywhere,
But so are
The breakers
Of them.
But we must
Be brave enough
To stand up,
To use our
Whole heart,
And speak out
For those who
Are
Spoken against.

Pandora

So many memories
Lie just around bends.
Wonderful, sweet
Sad and pretend.
How can I sort
Through every last one
Without stepping on others
Or leaving them shunned.
It's not that I
Don't want to
Remember.
I do.
It's just a matter
Of remembering
Carefully,
Gently,
And honestly,
Too.

One Good Turn

This day
Is a gift
And with it -
Unexpected
Kindness.
True friendships
Precious moments
That is what
Happened
On
This day.

Take Time, Make Time

Most of the
Time
I just need
Time
To figure
Out
What to do
About
Whatever
The current
Situation
At hand
Is.
When I don't have
Time
I make it
And then
I can
Make sense
Of it.

School Subject

The night before
A new year
Is here.
What it will bring
No one yet knows,
But I am hoping for
Larger successes
And smaller stresses
So don't forget
To smile.
And don't even
Blink.
Before you know it
You'll be wondering
Where it all went.

Riding in the Car

Ready to go
For a nice little stroll?
So sit in your seat, and
Put on a sweater, says Mom,
It's September.
Then, she says, we'll
Go for a drive and see
What we find.
Look out the window
Search high and low
For new things to see
As we ride in the car.

Someday

Someday is a place.
It is a feeling.
It is an attitude.
It is a choice.
It does not have to be
Distant and impossible to grasp.
It can instead be here.
It can instead be now.
Because why put off
Chasing dreams?
Why put off
Living better?
Why put off
Pursuing whatever
Is best for you
When someday never really
Comes.
Because
Someday is always
This day.

Flowers and Vines

Flowers,
Braille on
Fingertips.
Petals,
Pink as
Roses hips.
What
Remains
When vines
Entwine
Around
My heart?
It's just
A start.
So, break
The vines
And find
The blossoms
Hiding
Underneath.