When the world makes sense

Darkness in my eyes

My son beside me, on my arm

Trusting, he sleeps

The world is small and warm and peaceful

A Memorial Day poem

A thin sheet of ice melts in the spring uncovering an upheaval of wild currents. Churning and swirling, they grab and pull you down. Tears flood over the banks.  Calmness never returns, but an equilibrium is found within the maelstrom. 

A new world

A new world is forming around us.

Above us, falling about us like snow.

At times, you see the world you know past the snowfall.

Then you look down and see that the world has changed.

You think the world may never return to your memory’s version.

The fear and uncertainty clouds you into thinking this new world is a dream

A dream not worth remembering, not worth seeing.

A dream that is nonetheless something to be respected and obeyed.

At least until the dream of spring is no longer a dream.

Where the world of our memory returns.

Poem about Ani

Take the love from my heart,

shine a sunrise on it. 

There you’ll see my daughter. 

Greater than the expanse

of the night sky with its stars,

is her importance to me. 

Her love and spirituality humbles me,

that I should be her father.