99 beautiful moments: a study

on descent

every wave that crashes must eventually return to the water.

when all is exhaled in that eventual pounding, the truth is formless and enters the abyss.
each foaming crest, each concaved roll, must eventually lick it's descent.

and it is this gesture that erases our footprints, making sand from stone

99 beautiful moments: a study

as the road forks

we emerge unscathed, if a little ruffled
the year drones into long hot days

gratitude shows up at just the right moment,
late at night, drinking whiskey alone.

now all that I have has been divided
some years discarded, some given away

in the echoing undulations of time
each triumph opens onto a vista

cultivating grace in rocky terrains
I am humbled by my gentler kin

on distance

my heart crumbles;
half baked sweetness
coated with roughage
a poor mans pie

post script

For V

the mirror exists only to show us
what we look like

we are not our reflections.
I struggled with yours for so long;

turned it over in my palm
till my nervous twitch

smoothed
that which was sharpened

shined
that which was dulled

this is the only way I know
with stones

99 beautiful moments: a study

sixty six

i bait my breath
a small hook
dangling in the open air

my thoughts run wild
bolting past my heart
caught in my throat

99 beauitful moments: a study

Sixty five

The gentle hum
of productivity
drowns out the screaming
deadlines

99 beautiful moments: a study

sixty four

the rain caresses
the range in tendrils

clouds draped across the horizon

i slide down them
into the earth