Tuesday, December 15, 2009

10:30 (am)

waited for the bus in the
too cold street, 7:00 am,
a dim reminder, cracking
trees, crunch of snow
packed into ice, 1st ave at
the entrance Moore's
Meadow, the few cars that
pass, all focused on the
road ahead, bus arrives,
i enter, cold and waiting

Sunday, December 6, 2009

(i don't understand...

i'm here
     --in this somewhere

motionless, a fear,
certain insecurities

unsure of self,

the room     cold
     too much dark
     around my eyes

            i wanted to tell
            you how i was.
            to tell you where
            i am,

don't know if i'm ready,
the world is too big
for my small hands,

                                   a word

misplaced     my
     directions home,

the heart--
     forign ground,     a wild

     it's difficult,
           b/c i have a lot
                 to learn,
                              to understand

     the look in her eyes,
          the long of her smile

i don't want to be here,
this uncertainty, this obscurity,
the way       i feel
           when i look
                   to the ground at
                   your feet

love is a choice
     to choose, make

find what     i'm looking for

               to see what's right

to know...

          in this place
          that we're still

called you in the afternoon,
listened to     our silence,
          static & a dial tone,

to grow up,
an instant,
to face the mirror
     & see

i don't remember,
               the only...

head out,

rootless,     on the edge, by
                  creek and snowbank,

when for a walk,
saw a histroy in--


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