monday poems

what is life

worn sneakers stacked on top of the other, converse all-st– rubbed away

forgotten dirty socks spill out the top

a neatly manicured lawn, sharp lines green square, bushes cut into boxes

rain-soaked cigarette butts float in an amber glass ashtray

twirling my hair between my index and middle finger as i swing my feet underneath me

knocking my heels softly on the bars underneath the wooden bar chair i sit in

sun-dappled leaves move in unison to different sounds,

i notice them when i listen.

what else can i notice, if i stop the movie in my head –

that this world does not revolve around me!

metta for me

rain in the nights

walls keep me safe

may i have safety.

the world reigns chaos

and calm,

may i be liberated.

time, gravity, life pulls at

my bones, muscles and skin.

may i be healed.

searching for the quiet home

everywhere but in myself.

may i dwell in peace.