March

Often when I'm bored at work I'll watch a procession behind my eyes Every smile And every mistake Every tear And every triumph   It strikes me that I must be dying My whole life passing behind my eyes A slow encroaching death   Recently, that death receded a margin My whole future stretching out…

The Silent Days

There will be a day When I wake up And have forgotten how to sing.   I’ll need you to teach me again.   The sun will glow dull And the colors refuse to ring,   And I will have forgotten how to sing.   Just take hold of my soul And begin to dance,…

Windows Through Time

The child in the glass peers at me. His blue eyes swiveling about at the counter’s edge, eight perfect fingers gripping white. With triumphant glee he smiles neat rows of tiny pearls, laughing. I laugh too.   The boy in the glass glares back at me. Narrowed brown eyes, thin bare shoulders sporting flexed arms…