Drumpath

Drums beat steady

one upon another

not far beyond

a stone's throw away.

You wade into the river

and lie down

in its mossy shallows

the floating green

curls and shapes around you

like smoke

your thoughts fall

into the haze
dreams fill the places

your thoughts

have been.

They are just as vague.

Drums beat steady

one upon another

not far beyond

a heart's beat away

Drums beat steady

one upon another
true memory follows 

the path of dreams.

(in loving memory of Bryan Osper)

Trees' Roots

each tear a story tells
every tree the story knows...

Lean your head against 

a tree to cry

 and know

trees' roots go far down

and take your tears

to all the waters

that carry all the stories

and tell them back again

so as to know

you do not cry alone.