My Poems

daily routine

each night i settle

into my room

and sleep

so peacefully

i sit and stare

and sometimes dream

of what the next day

will be

will it be perfect?

will it be sorrow?

will i guess?

will i ever know?

i sit in my bed

that is far far too small

as thoughts dance through

my head

the very next morning

i hop out of bed

i look at myself

and shine off my shoes

i brush off the soot 

from my legs and my arms

bring up all my walls

to protect me from harm

i pack up my sack

and leave from my hole

and i hope to emerge soon

that day

i try to crawl into the world

to walk among the trees

and grass

along the tides and sand

but lonely still

i watch and wait

as the tides swirl

and surely tumble

and long alone

the beetle sits

so on my blanket

do i

knowing the life

i live

with the beetle

coincides

march 2022