
“Coming Out of My Shell”

"Don't put things off…it may be later than you think."
“Rain, Dear?”
Splatters drip abundant
Down sloped trolley exoskeletons
Wintering coats repel most water…
But, not all
Surgical masks punctuate the crowd
Riders on then off
The catastrophe of a wet commute
Hangs soggy on the brows of all
“The Pages Between”
Sometimes at the margins…
You discover the pages between
The ones to add
The ones to take away
The ones to cherish
The ones to loathe
Saving some for later
Staring some down
Pushing lead friction
Ability meets imagination
Right there—
The pages between
It is NOT a safe space
But…volatile, dynamic
An eruption of force
An unavoidable gravity
Nothing.
Consuming all
One finite point
Reaching critical masses
The pages between
Expanding ever outward
Until all is written on—
The pages between