Portfolio > 1967

Someday this pain will be useful to me
adrift in a sea of dysfunction
I find comfort and acceptance in me
tree house
doll house
glass house
little voices
and little illusions
understanding, kindness, compassion, and consideration
perfectly still...

I'm sorry
I promise

Perhaps being old is having padded rooms
inside your head,
and people in them acting
people you know,
yet can’t quite recognize,
each looms
like a deep loss restored
casting stones at your glass house.