we cannot
rest in silence while
fleeing it
we cannot
rest in silence while
fleeing it
hard to find
them made in this way
but worth it
chicago moved down
south for just
long enough to eat
the night awakens
there across
the welcoming bay
each new light
another dreamer
now set free
fleeting thoughts
painting blue patterns
across rooms
measured in love-years
passed over
some distant mountains

an image
captured in a pose
and repose
As we are,
So are the long days:
Past our grasp
the sky on the park,
longing filled,
soaks in the echoes
of applause
shared in sweating dreams
played out there
she has been reading
since age eight,
quite literally
putting down
books only when forced
by strangers
who do not know (yet)
why good words
make such good houses

i was whole
when this was my way
of being:
when going became
far more than
the destination