Poem 03.09.2021 We are Bodies of water At rest and in motion In sound often the Same, sometimes different In footfalls on textures White as snow Dark as tarmac Slipping on wet leaves From last autumn In motion and at rest A body of water A state of constant flux Equal to the idea of decay -------------------------------------------------------------- Poem 01.21.2021 The Quiet in silence is less than complete. There is a tone in the dark. Distance matches sound. Shadows move based on objects. Stillness is the quiet of an internal vibration. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Poem 01.19.2021 Puzzles have pieces, discovered by seams We use wood to find water in underground streams We have brief memories and moments of dreams We scrub to be clean until we're red in the face we race for a cure until we're blue in the face Gather for parades only to stand stagnant in place ---------------- ------------------------------------------------------- Poem
