The compass needle swings, restless, Searching for the true north,Between bias, a cage of certainties,And beauty, a freedom uncontained. What truth lies in the arc?The pull of roots, the lure of wings,Or the quiet hum of the in-between, Comforted. numb to reality’s weight? The mirror hangs at the extremities, Leaving the bloated middle A void, … Continue reading The Compass Swings
Category: Reflection
Words and Songs
I format the page when I think I have something to say— Worthy of the screen That wouldn’t mock. dismiss, Or turn me away. I juggle with a basket under my arm, Collecting words or songs— Joy, lament, silly and comical, Mine or others, Whatever life is made of. Pages spill over, margins claimed, Many … Continue reading Words and Songs
Brewing a Tempest
They call others’ passions a “storm in a cup,” Or “making a mountain out of a hill”— Now a cliché— Less valued, often dismissed. Yet my cup of coffee brews daily, Pressed and poured, One cup at a time, I sip it, stirring thoughts-- Here and there, Sometimes nowhere, Yet always somewhere. In a storm, … Continue reading Brewing a Tempest
Ring of Fire 