sadness seems more potent
when you attach its name to the seasons,
but its always just an lonely in the winter
as it is in summer's
purposeful daylight dragging.
perhaps
it's just the years that add up
and make the surface
seem so much more shallow
then before.
or is it that the debts
at which i feel seem deeper
& more lived into
with age?
& its as if the hearts
would rather perish
than love so freely..
I would rather sink or swim.



it took me so many years
to even see the ocean,
to ever even notice
that I was getting older
than I should.

i remember this hurricane
when i was four years old.
afterward, I stood
where my house
had once stood.
I could say it was the first time
that I understood emptiness,
but it wasn't the first time
that i realized that the wind
could carry me away.

i think children are more poetic in the rain.