Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Nothing More


It is a hard thing,
to turn around and walk away,
to continue forward motion
as my mind's eye watches things crumble.

It is especially hard
because I have known the stories
behind every brick, plank, and stone.
These are my pathways, our home.

The tide has turned
and I am told it is time to go.
Despite my hesitation, still
I am certain, I can do no more.

To this journey I have withheld nothing,
with patient hands my heart invested.
If this labor of mine cannot hold the future
then alas, my sorry steps have surely tried.

18 March 2012
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

You People

'Homeless yet hopeful'
I like your style.
But I don't give you people dough-
A smile, sure.
We're all in it together.
You return the gesture,
and this time I think
you're a genuinely nice guy.
It's the first time I've felt
empathy for you people in a while.
Nobody's got it figured out.
So who knows,
hobo with the nice smile,
maybe you do.

29 February 2012
1712