A Poem: Questions

Why the hurry, and the angst? The questions making tracks to circle upon themselves. What is not complete, answered, clarified, will in a flash too quick for thought be understood. The pieces that now exist separate in pockets and drawers with ill-fitting edges, that they have no partners, will find their place without our help, … More A Poem: Questions

A Poem: Back

You took me back. Back with your love. Back until there was no space between us. Back, back a thousand million years, and counting. Back falling in time, wind in my ears, from the cross, to the garden. To a garden where we walk like the world is new and fresh, untainted yet by the … More A Poem: Back