Sadness

Silent,
Hushed

I acknowledge losing in this life.

Not in a competition or a fight
But by having watched the tornado of your rage,
But by having witnessed the whirlpool of your sadness

Silent
Silent

Sleep (2)

My head sunken deep in the pillow of clouds
My Body succumbed to the cool mattress of the sky
I think to my self
How will this story end?

And the wind of sleep whisks me away

Flowerpot

I have seen hands as small as sparrows
and as big as a canary’s song
I’ve seen hearts as soft as paper flowers
and as big as sunflowers

In this time of barren thoughts
I await the caress of a bird’s feather
so that perhaps the flowerpot of my heart will bloom

Volunteer

I paint the classroom walls in white
and get a beautiful tan on my soul

I put a piece of my heart in each grocery bag that I pack
so when I pass through the streets of this town
I can hear my own heart beat from kitchen windows
and I don't feel like a stranger anymore

I play bingo and have lunch with old ladies
thinking may be half way around the world
someone will add a bit of color to my mom's lonely days