Soak It Away

a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet

To Speak or not to Speak

words or lack thereof—
too many or not enough
yet never just right

weekday wondering:
so surrounded by failure
i question each thing

because the cutout?
the perfect light/dark balance?
it doesn’t exist.

no snow day for us
just the struggle through this path
that is this school year

a wilting orchid 
brought by an empty classroom:
symbol of my month

or this calendar 
hiding (not hiding) events
never. ending. tasks.

i am not here now
forever staring at screens.
i am here. on skis.

The last run.

i’ll grasp this aspen 
framed by its own starry night
when i need some peace

i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.

you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.

you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.

our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love

quarantine café
ready for any work day
(insomniac’s dream)