Time to Go

Time collapsed as we reached out to finally talk
and then there were no more minutes
for me to explain away my bad behavior.

Then there was no solace from the hurt that I
may have inflicted due to my
inability to deal with life.

And you were left in our
exhausted air with no where to turn
to figure out who we were,
who we are,
who we are trying to be.

And all I can say is
I am sorry that I didn't tell you how much I love you,
how much I couldn't live without
knowing you are there, even when you are not,
how much I miss being a part of your every days,
how much I look forward to seeing you again,
and how sorry I am that my little girl
kicked a hole
in your bedroom wall.

Declawing Crabs with my Dad

What was the lesson we were meant to learn on that sweltering July day?
Father and daughters tracing brackish steps,
giddy with crustaceous ambitions.
I believe we had nets didn't we,
Or coolers to drop them in?
Perhaps the sun became too much for you,
or we did.
Perhaps the wait became too long for you,
or us.
Perhaps the persistent, powerful pinches
got the best of you.
Perhaps we were supposed to be home
before long,
but as we ultimately peered down upon the arduous catch of day:
a dozen or so
crab discs,
I had to wonder if there wasn't some
bigger, hidden
meaning.

It Takes Love

So it was that similar paths were taken,
similar roads driven,
similar days executed.

And she could not say that
experiences were completely
new,

but to behold in their eyes
a better way,
softer angle,
made it unblemished.

Perhaps words no truer were ever spoken,
perhaps they were spoken
before,
but to hold them in her heart,
home, and
land,
they blossomed.

This litter clad alley
would forever hold his
footsteps.
And this window,
her longing.

And that could just make the
waiting
breathable.


It takes love to see beauty.