Lost in thought,
Alive only in mind
Until the glee of boys and
Girls brings me back
Home to my senses—
Those windows of my
Existence that let in
Rays of delight.


We ride

In this life,
we ride the wild
horses of our bodies
through canyons
carved by fear,
over peaks
aglow with hope,
past temples
gilded by sacrifice,
across rivers
deepened by sorrow,
along shores
strewn with wonder,

carrying a map made of words
and a compass of desire.