28 Oct Humbled: Past into Present (Lake Michigan)
I smell my childhood
through the westward breeze.
Strands of the same brown
meandering hair whisper across my cheek.
The collective masts of sailboats
still block the ripples of blue
from my sight as I stare
with desperation and imagination
as far east as unrealistically possible.
Blasts of silence guide my ears
to the flow of language…
seagulls, motors, sparrows
unafraid and secure.
The promise of tomorrow has no meaning
when beaks and bellies are full
of potato chips and avid stares.
Breath flows through my nostrils
and into my blood with ease
as I relax into the moment of now
As the sparrows help me to remember…