Stumbling In The Dark

Here I am again, stumbling in the dark, walking on the old road beneath the heavy trees from the summer camp and the noise of children to my empty cottage just over the next ridge. I have left behind the loudness of the light, choosing instead to walk unencumbered into the velvet depths of the…

I Am the Found

I am the dog in the basement. I am the waiting for their return. I am the click of a key in the lock. I am loyal love’s burn. I am the kids on a trampoline. I am the action for sheer joy. I am a life with too high expectations. I am the man…