3.20.2011

sailing

Voices rise and fall
A swell of laughter,
The crash of glasses
These sails are full
And this ocean a breeze

3.17.2011

girlfriends

late nights
and coffee conversations
fears and dreams
that are not our own
believing, crying, laughing, praying
stocks not measured on the S&P 500

3.15.2011

enigma

lost in thought though thoroughly found
drifting away with two feet on the ground
not easily explained but completely understood
rotten to the core yet morally good
passionately ablaze with a cool head
so much more alive than I've ever been dead

3.08.2011

grasping

grasping at moments drifting by
paper fragments caught in the wind
captivating, eluding
fingers against bare palms