Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


open space

  • cloud songs

        Can I whisper 
                                   or wonder 
    what I do not know? 
                         Afraid, of course, 
    of where it can go. To realize 
    what is not there 
    on all, or most, or many days 
    is still so real. 
                       Lines on your face.
     Memories disappear.  Erased.
    Others fall out of favor 
                           or onto the page. 
       Words unspoken still leave 
    a mark on your past, 
                              your lips 
                                       and lifeline. 
    Will you ever tell? 
                            Release the smile 
    holding back thoughts 
                 meant only for yourself.

  • a good look

    Sometimes you are surprised 
    by where you are. Other times 
    you can be surprised by what 
    is there. Take a good look.
    Always be open to surprise.

  • isn’t it?

    Isn’t it 
    always 
    the way 
    that is it.
    Isn’t it?

    It is not
    always
    that easy
    to see what 
    it was.

  • night thoughts 3:00 a.m.

    Before I go home,
    knowing my complex definition
    has been altered by erstwhile
    thieves and anxious lovers
    (absolutely one in the same),
    let me speak.
    Let me speak.
    No,
    at 3 o’clock in the morning,
    let me whisper
    bygone intentions
    I once believed, or was fooled
    into believing.
    I am a fool;
    not an imbecile: a difference
    not greater than thieves
    or lovers.
    It’s a theory that will
    keep me awake
    well into the night.

  • wanderlust