Full Circle


Full Circle


In a sparkling smile a fountain of youth hides

reminiscent of times where innocence lived on

dirt smudged skin and bared feet.

Stretching high on tip toes under island heat

I could see the ocean on both sides

while dreams took hold of puffy clouds

that tasted sweet like sugar cane.


How far carried by the strongest currents

this circle almost complete leaves me longing

for a dreamless night along the ocean,

the sound of those waves where belonging

my soul begs for peace from these scars

gathered along the way.


Stretching high on tip toes standing on the ashes

I could almost see across the stars.


September 24, 2019

“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”

― Anais Nin

Stirred and Shaken


Stirred and Shaken


Not broken, just stirred and shaken,

twisted, bent in shapes and formed

to what was said, to conform,

my finality spelled in the dark

behind rooms stained in shades

of vague dreams, not mine perhaps.

And then to see, this spark

to light a torch, the constant traps

laid out with time,

not broken, just stirred and shaken.


September 22, 2019

“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”

― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns