Sometimes we can’t understand our ways
all routes give same direction...
Sometimes in life
I wonder if giving in...
Like a caterpillar crawling
on leaves of unworthiness...
The price of age
ways heavily upon...
Always running
away from myself...
Blurs of saguaro and red rock desert
And love, our easy circus come to town...
Sometimes a warm porch
simply cannot be ignored...
Made-up words and silly faces,
Blanket forts and hiding places...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...
Aphrodite the goddess of love,
Hades the god of the underworld and death...
Blue moon,
once gone: come back...
What you see of me is a shadow,
I have already passed on...