Focus, Nine Months Later

It feels like watching fall leaves

Whip in circles through the air, early sunshine

Staring you in the eyes, before the coffee’s made.

From the tension between your shoulders you know

There was something you should be doing,

A task left unfinished somewhere in sleep.

But there’s the wind, and the leaves

And sunshine, and trees.

And you watching it,



Work and Family

The last day before work and

Again the urgency feels foolish.

How can a few hours work measure to

A broken family, throwing as many bricks together as we can to fill the gaps.

You would think by now

I’d be used to feeling so sad,

Like like struggling to breathe in a rough ocean,

Without knowing why.

But I’m never ready for fingers I can’t move after I’ve slept on them either.