Between the Tetons, a cigarette and
Sex I would have to choose the
Adventure that would take everything
But my life. It seems a bitter thing to
Depart from either which might bring
Peace to these wandering breaths
That mark our trail up and down the
Face of time and confront the winds
That push against the days we’ve
Left behind.
Yes, tis a fragile thing, choice, so
Wrapped in threads of intertwining
Sighs and silence spotted with
Mistakes we try to forget and
Stripped of color as shades of
Monochrome configure themselves
As patterns of ambiguity.
Binding manacles of recollection
Blur the vision and trouping
Phantoms of the past haunt more
Frequent than we permit
Casting shadows that stretch across
The length and width of our
Misguided perceptions and
Misconceptions of what we want
And who we are.
So take a breath and climb
Take a breath and breathe
Take a breath and feel the sustaining
Harmonies and dissonances
That carry us through the night
And tuck us into sleep.
Moonlit Poetry 