Reminders

They arrive, uncalled.
Unexpected reminders,
pulling me apart.

Unspoken

These words unspoken,
their cadence and their tenor,
ring still in my ears.

Between

I live between lines,
buried beneath soothing hope.
Waiting. Endlessly.

Forward

The trail ahead blooms!
Being this pillar of salt
no longer serves me.

Recall

Swiftly I recall...
coiling shadow

scent

the yield
beneath fingertips.

Distraction

I squeeze my beads like
a rosary, one by one;
calming distraction.

New

New year; new moon. I
must let go, to feast on these
treasures at my feet.