anxiety

earthquake-

but the ground 

never moves,

tsunami-

but it never 

hits shore,

tornado-

but it never 

touches down,

it is a desert

that contains 

no sand, 

a tundra

that contains 

no ice,

thunder 

with no lightning, 

snow 

with no cold, 

loss

with no gain

In the Past 

it grabbed my feet first

slowly sucking me back 

to landscapes I had left 

behind and below-

from painted flowers, 

and fluorescent suns, 

to a shimmering night

and bars passed down-

whisked away, 

pulled back, 

seeing my world 

through jail 

A Million Hours

a million hours

a million clocks upon the shore

of a destiny 

carved of distant wood

a destiny

still weaving in your hands

a mystery 

to unfold. 

The day’s a lullaby

swiftly passing by

and the world wants to know

what’s in your song