There was a time,

When every day I walked,

Drank and waited for you, ...

That which matters,

Is often in plain sight,

Yet unseen. ...

At some points in life,

Hearts need patching up.

I recall those long-ago, ...

Growing up,

I craved to understand.

Now I try to accept, ...

I eat something sweet,

But the feeling doesn’t last.

Touching a wall, ...

When nighttime arrives,

Yet sleep decides to hide,

For at least a little while, ...

Even when things,

Can easily be grasped,

My mind finds ways, ...

I have been told,

That tranquility resides,

In one’s mind. ...

If I were to be,

Any geometric shape,

I’d choose a square, ...

Some mountains,

In the distance,

I’ve climbed. ...

There is a desire,

Somewhere inside,

To simply understand, ...

To be above,

In the midst,

Or below the fog. ...

When days get blurry,

I wait and relax,

Until things clear up. ...

Looking back,

All that comes to mind,

Is that they were sweet, ...

I sat in many,

Empty classrooms,

Studying after hours. ...

Every morning,

New mountains appear,

Inviting me to climb. ...

Growing up,

My father often said,

“Stand tall, be strong.” ...

Overnight sleeper trains,

Are simply magical.

Perhaps because, ...

I’ve learned,

To feel the pain,

When it arrives. ...

On a warm July day,

With gentle premonition,

She cast her shadow on me. ...