drifting across
the continent in
nomadic fashion
often leaves
one
lacking in friends
and despite the
change in scenery
one
can’t help but
notice when
it matters
most.
Day: July 9, 2008
Confusion
poetryPeople ask
“How do you feel?”
I say “Fine”
But do I really?
Am I to know
If I can not cry?
If I lie awake at night
Thinking without control
But not of my mother?
the strength and the sadness
poetryyes, tuck, i read
your posts and i cried when
i read the blog
on the fifth even
though i never
met her even though
i only knew her
through the strength
and the sadness of
her words an electronic
testament of her
love for godfamilylife
andthosenotyetmet.
point and shoot
poetrycatch memories on film
or
paint outlines on asphalt
the sieve and the sand 