That hour
where the day
turns quiet
and thin
at the edge
of the frame
where I stand
wondering
if the work
I’ve laid is enough
or just time spent
train
write
work
race
love
How many winters
do I carry
before the light
fades out
and leaves me
at dusk
again asking
where the sun
went
I measure
the shadow
from the curb
and pick
myself
up
and
move
on
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 11 of 31
Arriving early
to start slow
breathing
into the quiet
as the day unfolds
a sudden spill
a spreading stain
leaving an honest mess
behind
time wears away
the edges
leaving late
to finish slow
breathing
still
breathing
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 7 of 31
Fog horns
groans
as the inky skies
fill with mist
and the day
with all her unmet obligations
languishes
in reluctant
torn silk
we seek
rest
in
brief
gauzy
pause
only to rouse
irritated
finding
regret
breathing
our
air
the fog horn
moans
as the blue hour
stretches forward
into foreglow
and the night
with all her unmet dreams
vanishes
in forgotten
silks
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 6 of 31
at a loss—
for words,
for want.
they leave me reaching:
touch,
pressure,
a spark,
anything.
too late.
i tumble
into torpor,
a forest of vertical obsidian,
nanotubes drinking the light.
here, the shadow
has no edge.
here, the dark
swallows
me
whole
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 5 of 31
we mistake the bloom for the tree
forgetting how deep roots
drink the dark
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 4 of 31
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
Join me on this exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect .
