Pairs

An interruption on the glowing grass,
a true basic reflection,
a hollow existence devoid of feeling.
And yet... How natural is seems.

For it is.

How unnecessary in the winter but useful
in the summer's sun.
It's always useful, this darkness.
When you can't yet look at the idea, see it through its shadow.
There's more there than you think.

Reaching out from below
laying down to say hello,
this is us.
Not our mirrors, our second selves
left to live unappreciated
in the dark.

Everything exists in pairs:
        Light and dark
        Day and night
        Girls and boys
        Land and sea

            My shadow and I

Pebbles

Tears stream from my eyes,
An obvious sign that something is not right.
I know they don't care.
I don't want my weakness, frustration,
or anxiety to show.

I am their rock.
They are my pebbles.

The tears speak the words I refuse to admit.
They evoke the sympathy I despise.

I'm crying more.

The pebbles have no idea
Just how useless they are.

I don't want to acknowledge what is going on.
For a different reason, neither does he.
The tears are a weakness
A renewal,
Not necessary, but needed

Postcard Project

Just before dawn, as the night is leaving, timeless and temporal meet.

I slip out to my balcony and down the fire escape softly, ever so softly, skipping the third rung that jangles, feet tapping snowy cobblestone at just the right moment.

No need to hurry through the streets. At this hour, swirling flakes and beating hearts are the only signs of existence. I wander, concealed in snowflakes, protected by their nonsense. The trees are barren, reaching skyward in an endless fashion. I’m tempted to climb one. Perhaps… 

Light starts to glitter across the cobblestone. I break into a run, challenging the approaching dawn.

Where to? Every quest needs a destination. The church. The church! Of course. The starting place. The ending place.

I glimpse my blurred reflection from darkened windows and grin; I’m not even real.

There it is, crowned in a light that is barely yet born. I pause to breathe before the heavy doors so as not to intrude on the magic. I inch my way in and tip toe up the stairs, careful not to disturb the tired stone. Quiet murmurs bounce around high ceilings.

Finally, I reach Zurich. The sun laughs and rises complacently over the new snow.

Wind bites my cheeks. The river glistens, untouched by the chill.

The heartbeat of the city is just as it has always been.

The sun seeps into closed windows and I relax into the old stonewall to watch time inch slowly forward.

Wave Hello Back

Falling falling falling
orange cramp
splay, contract, pull away
chairs times twenty
sleep would be nice
      (blink repeatedly to stay awake)
streaks of blue
rain spattered panes
wave hello back
     be polite
     he's almost dead.

Dip, sway East
and back and swish
onomatopoeia
twitch
somber feelings abound

breathe

lazy faces, hands, tunes
thumbs tap. softly

Cold spreading to the other side
Forget, just forget
     It's nothing
     Pretend it's nothing
         that's all it is anyways

Leftovers

watermelon rinds on a paper plate
sullenly sit in the sun.
laziness prohibits them from
being taken.
green rectangles with mangled edges
relax into the sunlight
regretting nothing.
apple seeds are sprinkled around the rim,
what a motley crew.

Leftovers of a snack gone by.

i welcome you.
for i am a Leftover too.