Revoke

Revoke Today is a day of mourning A day of celebration Today my childhood died From youth, a liberation From fantasy, fallacy To life, reality From hopeful nonsense To quiet trust I think I may I think I must Keep leaning into this moment This moment right here with me No past or future liberty…

Springtime

Springtime It’s snowing flower petals at my house pinks, purples, whites all the while the sky is sullen ashen grey what a contrast on this day maybe it is what you see, or how you see it, that makes the difference

The Role

The Role How I see facts May not be how reality sees facts So what I see, what I experience Might not be the truth at all It might be a part of the play The key point in the drama Where the antagonist is in the midst There just might be a turn in…