Up Since 3 AM


5:30 AM

Why am I awake?

Why do I not sleep?

Why am I here?

The questions, unanswered,

spring through my mind

like spring peepers below,

on the pavement beneath my window.

I watch the horizon from my bay,

staring at the concrete mountains of the city.

I long for the sky,

the sun, as the twilight dwindles

and bring me to life.


Far From Here


Far from here,

I breathe easily

as the waves wash over my soul,

cleansing me,

and rolling mountains hold me up.

Far from here,

where the words blend together

and not a face knows my name,

Yes it is here,

where I can breathe easily.

A Remedy

Remedy sepia

How I miss writing…

Feeling my hand brush against the fine paper

as my hand works frantically to scrawl

the words that gallop in and out of my mind.


The pain eases this way,

the memories tease,

rather than torment and

leave me in a rapture.


To live among the words

is to live enlightened and free

from the bonds that hold us.