Mirror

Sometimes when I am searching for myself

for a fleeting moment

it appears as if it’s your eyes reflect back

through mine.

Confused and lost for a moment,

Skipping a breath,

I stare to begin to see finally see

me again.

Mystery of the Empty Bourbon Glass

Found a  cloudy abandoned glass of used up bourbon

on a table nestled in the corner of the ladies room.

Who tossed this down creating a mystery?

Was she angry at her lover tonight? Slammed that empty glass down while she stooped to relieve the glasses’ contents?

Was she celebrating her birthday with one too many?  Emptied the drink quickly to rush to a celebratory another?

Was she decompressing after a fitful day of work?  Telling herself just one tonight but forgetting her feeble promise of restraint?

Was she just given the bad news? Death hovering over her like the smoky haze coming from the bar?

Or, was there nothing special about tonight? Was she going about her life without a moment of thought while she laid that glass down?

They are the First To Know

Wisps of clouds above

Brief moment of still before

Wind swirls around

Like an invisible hand

Pushing back

Browned leaves rustle under foot

They are first to know

Rain is headed down

Sun

He holds words like the clouds who snatch the sun from its legions of dependents and fans.

I’m left to bask in the nothingness of silence and explore my own quiet world.

Paralyzed behind a shaded tree  left with no comfort, warmth or words.

Absent the Sun my flesh turned cold and numb.