aging · change · life · poetry · writing


Tides recede,
puddled remnants
of once oceanic flooding –
emotions overpowering –
threats now quelled.

I breathe,
lose myself in visions
of gold and promising greens,
yesterday’s heat a numbing haze
obscuring tomorrow’s obstacles.

life · poetry · writing


No click-clack of heels –
a fading echo marking retreat

no lingering exhaust fumes,
or squeal of escaping tires

no white trails marking
passage of airplane wings

just a sudden absence
of words, a lapsed date

lets you know I am gone