‘So, what really is going on?’
Persistent and compassionate asking of:
My practice is
Atraparme
Again, in a cell.
Each block and bar so familiar.
El Fuego
Imagination.
I’m my childhood; I burn.
All trees become ash.
Lost
Lost. That is the word, an adjective.
Unsure where I am; unsure why I am. I am lost.
The Beach
Here. Nature’s poems.
A thousand haikus speaking.
Listen. Listen. Now.