Now empty halls
Of madness
Reflecting on
The inmate’s time here
Brings me sadness
Reflecting on
The inmate’s time here
Brings me sadness
It lead to a window
Which would not open
And I could not see through
As much as I preferred
Being in the light
I returned to the darkness
Side-trips provide
Opportunities for insight and growth
Once
Abandoned
Derelict
Unprofitable
Now
I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate
I wish, for a moment
That his grace was mine
That his freedom of flight
Was something I could experience
It is August
No snow is falling
But the haze
Of forests burning
Graceful intensity
Un-self-conscious confidence
Self-conscious presence
A stillness in her
Like the stutter between stalking steps
Like the moment before the pounce