Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Every day
A dream runs through
Like a river
Cold enough to steal my breath
And waken shivers

I hope
This windowed corner
In the room
I inhabit, holds space enough
For waiting soon.

Fatherhood

 I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...