when & why

when is new old?
how long does it take
for something old
to be new again?

why can't I go with you?

still I know

the sun is just the other side of this fog, I wait, when resting and waiting becomes a burden, I rise and step, my hands stretch out disappearing they sense open space in the darkness ahead my feet find the path and into the clearing that soon closes around my feet I call and the cloud that is my companion swallows my hope, still I know, the sun is just the other side of this fog, I wait ...

Come Visit Me ...

fingers and hands busy
expressing what moves
between my heart and head
leaving traces behind

come visit me and see
what brings me joy and
maybe find for yourself
a wee smile or two