Chaos is comfort

The chaos of the unorganized was once my only relaxation
Certain places invoked that comfort than others
I must be growin old
Or I found a new chaos closer to home

Solitary Traveling

They ask me why I travel alone
There are things I learn only
After prolonged silence
Only as I watch a plane lift off of the ground below me
Only after the third hour of the bus ride
Only after my mind has thought all of it's practical thought
And enters into it's daydream

Last weekend
was the weekend of blooms

Spring observations

My mother interupts you while 

You are talking to show

You the blooms of the spring

While u walk together

She points out each color 

In case you missed it

Now I do this too 

I saw an old woman

That looked like a little girl

She had a small pony tail

A satchel

Little legs under a short skirt

But it was her face 

As eager as the first day of school

Ever

To get the best grade

Mr Clark isn't next door 

Anymore

But his chair is

So every time I come home

I think I'm going to talk to him

But he got tired too and found the earth

I put the petal in baby nephew's hand

The color was so bright

He couldn't resist

Even tho it wasn't the big tires on a moving truck 

summer is coming 

I know that's good 

When you left

When you left

It cut like a paper cut that wouldn't heal 

Be Here

This is where you always have been.

what if it was alright?

life, all the bads
all the goods
what if it was alright?

what if missing that
brought you this
what if this
made u miss that

what if going slow
made it happen faster
what if rushing
made u pass that by

what if the emptiness
made u fill it up
and the filled
made u run away
to a new paradise

what if the door closed
and the wait was long
so the sun could come out
and u didn't have to wait in the rain

what it if was alright?