that perfect glimpse

the fresh smell
of a newly
laid mattress
on a perfectly assembled
bed frame roams
in the air

filling the room
with the virtuosity
of what only money
can buy.

a single glimpse
catches the painted
reflection of a newly
furnished life.

there’s nothing wrong
with that glimpse.
it’s all you’ve
always wanted to be.

silence.
utter silence.

and then you hear
a water drop traveling
down, reaching for
the sink,
to be in touch
with something it
belongs to.

or maybe your heart
wants it to be
that way.

this is what
loneliness
looks like.

Water for the night

you are the silent
messenger drifted in
by fog, a renderer
of glacial
mysteries.

the dew
that settles weightlessly
upon my
shoulders.

echoing blissfully
like cheerful, chirping
creek
gliding among the
existence of
strange waters.

Offense

You can only learn
how to swim
by getting into the water.

Standing outside
and thinking about the consequences
is not going to work.

It’s about grabbing it.
If you go on the offense, funny things happen.

Up and up

the fountain swirls
in unison
to the music
and wind.

what a sight.

the water
rises up
just to fall
back down
again.

is this why
we stand
up?

is this why
we
live and
love?

just to
fall flat on
our faces,
desperate to catch
the long gone
breath

and disappear.

or
maybe
the water
falls down
just to rise back
up

Again.