Underneath it all

underneath the fragile lightness of this cold icy shell, carry's on, life. its cracks, ready to be absorbed by the world at work, below its crispy layers of protection. like most outer layers, shells shield the being beneath. yet as its cracks run shallow, true nature wants the inside out, and the outside in. And life waits patiently, to absorb and dismantle, when the seasons change. to let being, live again.

the space in between

My body stands in the in-between of two distant worlds, that bump at my sides but never collide, and only squeeze my insides. Neither belong to me, or hold me deep. The one I try to let go is familiar and forgotten, small remnants of a past life exist in unsupervised moments. The one that strays from my grasp is unknown and runs deep, casts shadows and rays, reaching to pinch a not too distant future. My present world exists to wander back and forth between both, a safe place to manufacture scenarios of insights, hindsight’s and foresight's. Their safety means nothing and everything, as I inch forward to mold a new model of me, before the next cast is broken.

where we began

stale air pushed through ceiling fans, 

breaths life into me. 

music like molasses above our heads, 

drips onto private courtyards 

to sweeten ice tea 

innocent streets awakened in mid afternoon 

by shadows of giants and dancing ice cubes 

soul foods waft through filigrees 

and find home on blank paper 

until plates are empty and canvases full 

with our thoughts and dreams 

our time to savor 

we let the air stand still