Thursday, December 25, 2008

all the flowers on the garden path

future tense

let us bury the past 
under the weight of today 
then walk over it
on our way to tomorrow.


runner

this past won't hold me back
anymore than your hand
on my shoulder
will keep me from running
headlong into wherever i need to be.



like an old friend
these words come out easy
in a one sided conversation.



silence...
then everything else is born from it.