MovementOut of the bodyAnd into potential A fieldBroadOpenEndless FencesOnly at the corners of the mind My mindRolling PulsingUndulating gentlyAway into the distanceFurther than the eye can seeThe windBrings hintsOf spring upon a warmer breezeSeasons changePeople comePeople leaveAll is in fluxIt always is

Houses and Homes

I walk through this house Passing empty rooms Where my children used to sleep  It feels like only moments ago that I would call “Goodnight I love you”  And hear their answering replies My footfalls seem so loud In this house gone quiet And the walls With their nicks and scrapes Tell their own stories […]