Ritual
Every time I ride, I fly. Arms extended, hail the sky I lift my heart and pedal through. I am a sail, but anchor too. I make my peace here on the road, Too free to fear, to far to fold.
Category Archives: Poetry
Unreasonable
I know what it is to be reasonable. to consider the odds, weigh the facts. And the idea that somewhere on this earth, there is one person just for me, is beyond anything I have ever believed. But one day I dream I’ll find someone who fills me so much, fits me so right, that […]
Swimming in Detroit
In the third lane of the YMCA pool at 8:47 last night, I was treading water, pleasantly buoyant and alone. And though I’ll never know for sure, it occurred to me in that moment: I am the only one swimming in Detroit.
In Between
First comes everything. Some of what is, I think, some of what I think, I say, and some of what I say, you hear. Each tier, a fraction of the one that came before- a scrap from which we grasp at understanding. What lies within those silent moments, clouded eyes. those “neverminds?” The in-between of what you […]
Over Do It
If there something in your life that hurts more than it helps, that keeps you from yourself: you must end it. For years you told yourself “it’s not that bad”, tolerated its intrusion, found ways to coexist- and so it persisted. You felt you had control, that you were winning the fight. No need for a drastic […]
A Real New Yorker
They say you’re not a real New Yorker until you’ve cried in public.
Peace
With thoughts awhir inside my head Unceasingly from dawn till bed I look at you and then, instead, I am still. I thought within my anxious mind, In constant searching I would find But though I sought I was but blind I see you. It seemed that I could earn my truth Life as some […]
Dear Family
When I told you that I was still sick, and that I was going to get help, we hugged and cried and you gave your support. And while I was in treatment, you sometimes inquired, responding to my positive updates. But after I left that place, we never talked about it again. You assumed the […]
The Breakwall
When fate conspired to hold my mail and I could not re-take the trail I happened on a friendly male. He took me to the lake. Way past the main street thoroughfare we walked the wall without a care and then returned with tousled hair. A nice place for a break.
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