re-return

You have taken a place
Or did I give it to you?
I don't know how
Or why or what
But it's gone
And I did wonder.

Yet I did it again
Despite me.

Hope

I dream of perfection-
Does it exist?
What I conjure up
Is it magic?
Reality dampens the thought
Wisps of smoke
I know cannot be true
Yet they float and stay
My imagination wins.

october

I remember the night-
Crackers sounding all over
The dark sky lit up
Blue, red, green, orange;
Celebration all around.
Alone in a cab,
A new city to  negotiate
A fresh start.

Now I wonder
Was it a welcome?
Or a foretelling of years
Full of noise and pain,
With occasional bright spots?

Morning walk

Clear blue sky
Fresh air after morning's rain
The sun warming my skin
Bright green rolling links
With soft wet grass under my feet

Nothing written as yet
Unending possibilities...