umbrella

moving roofs

sheltering the tears

from gray skies

…

the concept

of controlling

what we can

is always in

reaction to

of what we

can’t control

negotiate

dusk sets in

buzzing above traffic

streetlights awaken

…

when push

comes to shove

we can either

let it be

or try to work

through things

together for the better

knotted

loop and pull

held together on

mother’s finger

…

life

often

pulls us

in opposite

directions

in spite of

our best wishes

crossover

here and there

a bumblebee hovers

by rhododendron

…

points

for those

willing to

move forward

are where

we may feel

most alive

drifting apart

shapes form

a rabbit jumps

over the moon

…

the clouds

we see today

will surely be

different tomorrow

and even so

the sky will never

forget about them

donation

line of cars

inching forward

towards blue bins

…

all forms

of giving

will end up

taking something

from us

but if it’s meaningful

that makes all the difference

looking glass

blushing red

the monkey stares

and splashes

…

rarely

does our

identity

stay the same

it reflects

more than

it reveals

coffee rings

absence

leaves a circle

on the napkin

…

even the

little fleeting

moments

will find a way

to imprint

on us

and the world

birdsong

fallen notes

a feather lands

on the windowsill

…

wouldn’t it

be something

for us to understand

what other creatures

are actually saying

or would we find this

distracting and distrubing?

outlive

collecting dust

the library shelves

bask in sunlight

…

books

are a great

reminder

for us that

thoughts

leave a legacy

on paper

twin

following

without sound

the shadow stretches

…

as long as

there is light

we carry versions

of ourselves

that are shaped

by surroundings

and circumstances

crossing

white lines

a pause between

going to lunch

…

is waiting

supposed

to be a test on

our patience

or a way

to embrace

the moment?

wind chimes

southern winds

afternoon orchestra

plays without form

…

we can play

our own instruments

but sometimes

it’s amazing

to listen and look around

at unseen forces

with timing, chance, and feeling

glass shards

a star splits

the canvas begins

to form streams

…

the imperfections

we see in ourselves

can crack and deepen

until we are ready

to accept them

and not try to erase what

we have on purpose

grasp

the shore breathes in

sea foam secrets

and yet, nothing stays

…

it’s true

the ocean

is our teacher

for staying calm

to releasing

as holding onto things

that we can’t control

is not in it’s nature

late night

clock hands

barely move as

the cat watches

…

scenes reveal

what the early

parts of our day

try to conceal

as darkness

lets our minds

wander freely

paper plane

folded wings take shape

with dreams of flying

with dreams of flying

…

our belief

is made

visible

when we

create things

that inspire

and lift others up

mist

traveling through

the side of the mountain

spring whispers first

…

in nature

there are changes

that arrive loudly

and others

that begin with

quiet transformations

within ourselves

cushion

zabuton

stacked in the corner

wait for the tea master

…

presence carries

a weight whether

we acknowledge it

in the moment

or look at the

shape of the impression

left behind

trains, planes, and

flickering past

downtown buildings

lives blurring at sunset

…

everything

in-between

so many stories

sharing space

and yet we could

feel isolated while

commuting home