A Poem: Borne Up

There are some days in which, just as the sun travels from east to west across a blue horizon; I find myself held up, carried aloft, that my clay feet might not touch the ground. I did not know, I was so light, or inclined to be absent? Rather I think it is that you … More A Poem: Borne Up

A Poem: A Promise

What does a promise look like? I think it looks something like: sunshine emerging from clouds; the sudden blue of a clearing horizon, reminding us… Everything is lined with gold. Even clouds that we feared might not depart; recede to reveal the light. What does a promise feel like? An unexpected smile dissolving a dark … More A Poem: A Promise