Saturday, December 17, 2005


The distance between
my feet and the ground
seems to be getting
further from where I
where I wanted to be
who I wanted to be
while little spiders
weave their webs around me
keeping me here
in this space
unable to move

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Water Over Air

Ancient fog
crawling over the water
digging its claws
into its surface
deeply scarring
its face
with ice