There are times when words
run out before the hours
of the day are done.

Next Morning

The world looks like some
ill-tempered god-child threw a
tantrum in the night.

silence and stillness;
now the rain, soft and steady,
rhythmic, lingering

Breathe.
Create.
Tell a tale.
Heal a heart.
Teach.  Rest.
Breathe.

A Realization

I often think in
seventeen syllable bits
of information.

Fortune Cookie

Perhaps the end of
the rainbow is found along
the road less traveled.