[from now]

could have been something you thought of,

could be deja-vu.

finally, it took so fast

getting it all out of you. ~

full moon

I don’t even need to look up to know. When the dynamic changes just a few degrees to the right, it’s evident.

The Return: Between the degrees of change, a mother flies back to an empty nest with some sense of fulfillment. I reflect on the years of chaos and how it has clouded such a simple truth.

The Last Stop: The last son collects sand and builds castles and finds peace by the water. I reflect on the years of chaos and how it has clouded such a simple truth.

The Next Step: And to the north, you find me digging in my heels and laying some foundation for myself. Finally, I’ve found the right materials. Finally, what I thought could never happen, just might. I reflect on the years of chaos and how it has clouded such a simple truth.

[ode to analemma]

I could not turn from her;

I fixed myself on the line between my reality and her light.

It was comforting to be loved

And to watch Love bend with light;

Ascend with grace; give life its shape –

Beautiful Analemma.