A sunrise
Wakefulness comes
Not yet ready
I resist
poetry, prose, and photography
A sunrise
Wakefulness comes
Not yet ready
I resist

Journeys near and far
We always see the same sun
Human connection

Summer’s hints remain
Echoes of heat and sunshine
Sunny autumn morn

Facing the old dreams
Memories long since hidden
Those things frighten me
A freshman committed
Suicide
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework
Should be studied,
Driving lessons
Rehashed,
Proms planned,
Eventually weddings, childbirth
Joyful transition
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child.
Funerals for children
Brutal
Life is fragile.

Moving through mid-day
I step outside and reclaim
Focus and vision
I entertained other paths
Other work
But this remains strong
I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear
Only I shall remain

These moments of joy
Nothing is more glorious
Sunlight on petals

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory
So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.
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