abroad

home

you cannot be 

one fixed place

you have to be

fluid, adapting 

to where i am 

so let go of your 

old-fashioned ideas, to 

help me stay sane 

hello 

new home  

adopt me please

spider

​a spider

weaves its web

from one leaf

to another 

fine silk 

is threaded

into beautiful symmetry

an intricate pattern 

maybe you will notice it

on a misty morning 

hanging in the forest 

in all its dewy glory 

maybe you will say 

ooh and aah

take a picture 

and gather a following

meanwhile, a fly

caught in the web

is relished 

by this artist 

it cares not a damn

for your like 

or your comment

or for what you think

waves on the rocks

heavy
with the weight
of a billion secrets

the sea crashes
on the shore
scattering them into the air
asking for more 

connection

change shuffles

the order of cards

sometimes the king 

comes first 

at other times 

the joker wins 

change shuffles 

people and places 

priorities and concerns

the cards keep sliding 

one over the other 

but sometimes 

change cannot touch 

connections

that run as deep 

as the waters that 

separate lands 

there may be storms 

on either continent 

there may be 

tornadoes 

in the sea 

but the waters

still connect 

land to land 

and that stays constant

our lives

will grow 

and transform every day 

like that pack of cards

and the waters 

may sometimes crash and roar 

on your shores

sometimes on mine 

but they're the 

the waters of 

the same reservoir 

that connects us 

and that connection is immortal.  

rich

let me tell you

what I see in you 

you should know 

your wealth. 

connect

i laughed
and laughed

and laughed
till i choked

and then
i took a breath 
caught your eye

and we burst out again 

some best friends
are made overnight

inseparable

softly

sound the notes

scattered at first 

the right hand 

light,

tentatively touches

the ivories 

the left hand 

guttural, lends the song

form,

shaping it.

the two

play with each other

tugging, pulling

the right hand

laughs

trills

like a girl

the left hand 

more masculine,

rooted 

forms the bass

on which she builds 

they move

towards each other 

mostly

but at times, leave

to randomly float 

into rubatos

returning

in joy  

sometimes, the notes 

too close to each other

sometimes

at octaves

too far apart 

noisy, turbulent 

but keeping time always

through the rests

making peace 

through the tests. 

when you learn the song

you learn to play

both hands together 

two 

is a melody.

go for it

discuss not 

your plans

to those 

who don't understand. 

think not 

about what people

will say 

they're always saying. 

conserve your energy

for treading the path 

you wish to take

look not 

at any others.