filched breath

a life spent in hiding & running away

will catch up to your today

lies told seep top-side & haunt

all that running makes a soul gaunt

all that hiding filches the calmness of breath

steals a wasted life & makes it like death

action is better than nothing at all

change takes some fight & sometimes a fall

down from grace & right through the floor

but no matter so long as you wallow there no more

one foot to follow the other

next, one to plant in front of its brother

like breath after another

adrift

writing takes a depth of heart to pen

& oft' of late i've wondered where this heart has been

some steadfast will requisite to see the dreaming through

but all these ponderings stain my soul dark black & blue

my thoughts drift in and out again, like rainbows and the rain —

like the tide across the bridge lending to me, texture grit & grain

grit & grain arbitrate the thoughts inside kaleidoscope or time piece glass

colliding & settling in waves or absence o'er this heavy, shapeless mass

here again, but fading fast — away again, but flying fast

underneath where there's no air, just salty, barnacle-laden vessel masts

gilled creatures swimming past, little curious of winged entities above

waters part like windy skies — a disjunct current carrying some lone dove

then, the earth with earth-dwelling others blending among fowl and fish alike

these creatures roam on this earth united and divided, all with heart and depth alike