too many days
the miles between us
are too far;
the phone is there,
we can share our faces
on screens;
it's good,
but it's not enough;
it isn't the same
as that big hug -
being wrapped
in your reassuring arms,
where I know
there is only safety and love,
where for a moment
the world can't touch me -
distance is easy,
a convenient excuse
we adopt
as a second skin
to paper over
the holes in our lives,
we need to shed it
Category: Poetry
Flight
too much time
is spent in fear,
waiting for permission
to fly,
as though some other
knows the buttons to press
to get us high;
fear kills the mind
as it eats away
at potential -
clipping your wings -
keeping you from the sky
when you're at the precipice
don't ask to be pushed,
take the first step
into nothing,
leap,
let yourself fly
Luxury
the sun burns,
its brightness filling
the October skies,
it is unrelenting,
taking an awful toll
did always sap strength
with effortless ease,
did we not notice its power
in the days of our youth,
is this just fading memory
more likely
we are lying to ourselves,
denying the part we've played -
are still playing -
in the destruction of our world
so much easier this way
to ignore the increasing costs
of our lives
of careless luxury