find out where we’re going when we get there

Let us walk down the street
read the shop signs and peek in the windows
lean into our intuition
of where we can nourish our minds and bodies.

We don’t need to make a plan
ahead of time.
We can allow our bodies to connect to nature;
the changing directions of the wind,
the building heat from the sun’s rays
as she ascends high into the sky
beyond the mountain peaks,
the winding trails through trees, along streams,
connecting to wonder.

Let us step into ourselves, into the world,
and find out where we’re going
when we get there.

blue jay

The one second I chose
to glance out the window
was the same second
you chose to land on the branch.

I immediately wonder
what meaning you bring,
what hidden message you carry,
what I’m destined to interpret.

You make me think of him.

Maybe
it was only coincidence.
A magnificent coincidence.

empty beer bottles

Empty beer bottles line the windowsill,
collecting dust down through their necks
to mix in with the last few drops of alcohol
not consumed,
nor rinsed out and down the sink.

Lined up in a row
they tell a story of the evenings past
filling our stomachs with barley and malt
until they reached our minds
and made us feel better.

Some are yours, some are mine,
but we drank them together
talking, smiling and laughing,
liking each other.
For me, at least.

How many beers will it take
for us to tell each other
how we really feel?