For What We Left Behind

Some day we shall all find rest On a sandy ocean floor As a whale carcass, picked clean By octopi and other such creatures Our name // our journey // our story Unknown Absent in Articles which focus instead on The life which is sustained By that which we once were A spectacle Wonder to … Continue reading For What We Left Behind

Of What, I Am Not Certain

I remember when Our eyes opened With the rising of the sun The smell of morning air And a renewal that cannot quite be captured In words Can only be felt But for a moment I remember standing Behind a frozen pane of glass Staring out Into a world of swirling white Wondering Whether there … Continue reading Of What, I Am Not Certain