Poetry

  • Rain Running

    My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.

    This morning before the other humans had stirred,

    I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,

    and saw the irresistible rain.

    Now my watch doesn't tell the date.

  • I don't

    I don't

    Open at your words

    Your touch

    I don't

    Listen to

    Anyone anymore.

    I am completely in my head.

    I know we don't have time for this mess.

    I do it anyway.

    I don't

    Pay attention.

  • dear madame president

    i hope that you rest easy as the world

    tumbles down into fire

    for you did everything you could

    & we didn't do enough. it was never

    your fate to carry the failures of

    common sense & education, but now

  • "I don't care"

    "I don't care," I say.

    Don't care.

    Don't.

    Do not.

    Don't want to.

    Can't.

    Scared to.

    You look at me.

    Ask, "What about your friends?"

    Yes, what about them, self?

  • I was

    I was...what was I?

    I was happy.

    I was free.

    I had such a rush of a year

    That I forgot...everything else.

    Full steam ahead

    Days blurring

    Like a train.

    Plowing through.

    I warned myself.

  • puppet

    They are smiling,

    Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,

    They are listening,

    Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,

    They are happy,

  • Take a Moment

    To you

    you who lives among our rainbow hills--

    green one moment

    orange the next

    and always blue in the distance--

    you who lives along a river

    you who lives looking into sunsets

    you and you

  • Summer Camp

    It was supposed to be a beautiful summer day,

    sun shining, birds singing,

    but instead of swimming in the lake or shooting archery on the range we are stuck inside 

  • Did I really?

    You said

    I seemed relaxed.

    Not tense,

    Like I feel,

    Constantly.

    Not curled up into a tight little ball

    Against the world.

    You said 

    I seemed loose.

    I don't feel loose

  • And Nothing Hurt

    The war was over,

    or maybe it hadn’t begun.

    The sky hummed like a sweet lullaby,

    and the fields grew wild with unbothered color.

    Children ran barefoot through puddles