Straying

Off the path,
Looking back,
Forgetting the sun is rising in front of me.
Focused on the setting moon.

Heart racing,
Legs pacing,
Stomach facing realities created,
But simply stated facade.

Unsure,
Unsettled.
Sight lost,
Breathing tempo
Here.
Now.
Reminder, much needed.

Here.
Now.
Smile,
You're already on your path.

Done straying,
Now coming back.

Dusk Kissed Stillness

Skin crawling,
Awaiting the night to pass.
Debating reveling in the heat of the moonlit desert sky.

But the coyotes wait in the dark.

Heart racing, body aching, mind pacing.
Burrowing for comfort,
Welcoming the morning moon,
Begging for her to dance with the morning sun.

Fluttering,
Jitters,
My heart
My head
My soul.

Dusk Kissed Stillness is what I crave.

A day from hell

Wake up late.
Hit snooze three too many times.
Look in the mirror,
Bag under eyes.

Under the sink,
No dry shampoo,
Too late to rewash my hair.
A bun will do.

Barefoot tip toeing to the kitchen,
Maybe coffee will help.
But instead an empty canister sneers at my tired eyes.

Packing lunch...
A banana and...?
Left over vegetarian "chikn" nuggets?
Like a child, I just laugh.

Cats trip and toy at my feet as I rush.
Mascara will have to do...
Door locked.

Warm desert breeze soothes me,
"Eh it could be worse"
Car door opens, key in ignition and
Empty.

Fuck.

Closest gas station,
Closed,
Next one ten minutes out of the way.
Late
But... c'est la vie.


Still no coffee,
Hot mess,
Day becomes a whirlwind of chaos.

Finally home.
Realizing I need to go to the grocery store.
Off I go in flip flops and sweats.
Still waiting for 2 phone calls to be returned,
But they aren't.

On my way down an aisle.
My flip flop breaks.
I laugh...
Almost hysterically.
This has been my day.

But somehow I've been lighthearted,
Is this growing up?

Vulnerable

Letting the stars wash over me,
As I lay in the dust,
And energize in the moonlight.

Vulnerable.

If it happened...

Sometimes...
Your skin crawls because it aches to be touched.
It aches to feel a gentle,  yet overwhelming tickle.

Something that sends shivers down your spine,
And breeds goosebumps on your skin.


Your soul aches for a whisper,
A back arching sigh of words
Beautifully teasing your mind.

And you lay there
Imagining
What it would be like,
If it actually happened.

Engulfed in serenity

Isn't it funny
How sometimes you can't feel the breeze until your bare skin is beaded in water?

But the second you dip your body into that drenched bliss
Submerge then re-emerge
A cool breeze tickles you.

Goosebumps.
In the most endearing way.

So then you decide to submerge yourself again,
Releasing your senses.
And you enter that water a little faster than before,
Letting go a little more...

And before you know it you're in the deep end
Floating on your back,
Only your face remaining dry and towards the sky

Senses lost
Floating
Smiling
Engulfed in serenity

I miss...

I miss reading the passion drip down pages,
Like water soaked ink on the most simple paper.
I miss feeding my imagination, my soul, my craving.

I'd beg,
But I'd seem weak.
I'd whisper,
But that fear eats me.

So I'll occasionally glance,
Into the night- trying to decode the stars.
As if I have some power in how they fall.