It feels wrong looking up porn on someone else’s wifi…

Off to Peru!! 

There is a poem

there is a poem for every thought

and I fought and fought 

in hopes that someday I could say that they had all been caught

but then I realized that the wind has too many names 

and the earth has too any children 

I am one

I am the only poem I have ever caught 

and I am the only poem I will ever catch.

And that my friend is fine by me.

Waking up…

Waking up…

is it that feeling I get every mourning

where I feel empty and new

then I look out the window and see the big blue

endlessness

and realize that the possibilities match that space above the tree tops

the green tops

contrasting with the sky

and I wonder why I feel lost

but still evening comes and I feel alone again

so I go to sleep just to wake up

and remember my dream 

and realize that those possibilities are always within me.