Thursday, February 03, 2011


It all seems temporary,
even brief.

Sometimes I wonder why
I live at all.

Friends blow by like
crumpled leaves.

I might chase them but
they’re gone too fast.

Perhaps I’ll hold one
in my grasp.

What’s that?
I gripped too hard.

My palm's returned
to emptiness.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!