I stood before a block of stone, one large imposing taskAnd I possessed not mason’s skills nor knew not whom to askBut I took…
My Muse hovers, bruised, broken, watching
Waiting for my Muse
I went to the track todaynot because we used to go togetherbut because I had timeand they say it’s good for me.
I met you with my toesWe conversed up to my anklesWading furtherUp to my knees in anticipationNot saying we should…
When I first tried yoga, all the poses hurt.
The Lotus Pose
a seed i sow
saw nothing grow
When I was a teenager, I went
Through a growth spurt
Through the cracks
A bit of illumination
Dawned
golden days and silver nights