Quaking Aspen

Push
Pull
Sweat
Doubt;
Fight
Fatigue
Smile
Believe;
Roots
Take
Hold
As
New
Stems
Grow
Extending
Life

Broken Mirror

Anger
Seeps
Like
Syrup
From
Abandoned
Trees
Collecting
In
Leaking
Buckets
Bursting
As
The
Other
Reflects

Noise

Quiet
Breezes
Sweep
The
Debris
Of
The
Day
Away
Again
And
Again
And
Again
As
I
Bask
In
The
Light

Carpetbaggers

Walls
Go
Up
And
Down
While
The
Mortar
Is
Still
Wet
Breaking
The
Backs
Of
The
Bricklayers

High-Jacked

The
Head
Swirls,
Pain
Spreads,
Limbs
Weaken
As
Breath
Is
High-jacked
To
Rotten
Roots;
The
Other
Severs
The
Taken
Path
Pulling
Perspective
From
The
Earth

Baby Steps

Others
Choose
What
To
Hear
And
Say,
While
Little
Fingers,
Toes
And
Hearts
Fill
Lives

Timing

Asleep
At
The
Wheel,
Falling
Down
Stairs,
Stumbling
Through
A
Life
With
Open
Eyes
Closed,
The
Other
Rescues

Homesick

Subways
Move
People
Through
Familiar
Terrain
As
My
Mind's
Eye
Follows
Its
Course
Closely
Into
The
Yearned
Existence

Laying the Keel

Little
Fingers
Toes
And
Hearts
Exist
To
Fill
Lives
As
The 
Other
Chooses
What
To
Hear
And
Say

Come Home

Justice
Mercy
And
Fairness,
This 
Life
Has
Little
Of 
Each
Until
Our
Gaze
Shifts