M. Hank

When all we have is spent 

What will we have left? 


Like an animal that runs through the forest 

Searching for the last of its kind to go 

Your body is asleep in the house you moved to when you were fourteen, but your brain is wide awake in your old school library.

Taking a walk along the beach with my sister

We took the evening to ourselves 

to drive to the beach and watch the sunset

It’s rare that we get to spend this time alone together

Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson.  He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches

There once was a sheep

Who ate grass by the heap

It wandered through shops

It trotted across streets

Then it happened upon wheats

Which it devoured in six heavenly feasts

i see things that no human ever should:

the intricate coding of life

an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another

a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.

i am a poet