A day in the Fall

clouds float by and dissipate

one into the other

almost bare branches

hold on to dead leaves

as if they have forgotten

the promise of Spring

change is necessary

I want to remind them

to reach out and shake off all those leaves

and watch them fall to the ground,

one by one kissing their final resting place

 

but I’m not Father Time

and it’s beyond my power to force transformation

on trees and people and my heart

if all are not ready yet

 

So I sit and watch clouds dissipate

one into the other

leaving a faint trace of themselves behind

before taking on a new shape and

embarking on a new path.

 

 

serendipity

making plans for breakfast after we’ve been lounging in bed for a few hours

kisses have been shared and fingertips have explored

earlobes and back of necks and the curve of the spine

we have discussed deal-breakers

almost as if to confirm to the other

how perfect it is for the two of us

to be together,

we have discussed how odd it is

for life to be made up of numerous

seemingly random choices and events,

what I suppose most people would call fate.

 

Then he gets out of bed and opens the blinds to let the light in

and I open the door and find in front of me

a brand new beginning.

endless possibilities

Maybe I’ll move to Mexico.

Maybe I’ll find myself

just to lose myself

and then find myself again.

 

Maybe this is the time to pursue destiny

and not stay stuck in the comfortable.

Maybe this is when I start a whole new chapter, or

maybe it’s an entire book.

 

Maybe endings are actually beginnings

and heartbreaks chances for healing.

Maybe I’m not walking away

but walking towards,

forward,

moving closer to happiness

than I’ve ever been.

 

Maybe mind can remind heart of reality

and maybe the only way to move on

is to move through it.

 

 

truth no. 25

everyone wants a fresh start-

we just don’t expect having to go through the

pain of the end in order to reach

a brand new beginning.

making the bed

you tug and measure

and approximate calculations

to get the stretchy part of the sheet

to fit over the mattress

just right.

 

the rest is easy.

automatic, even.

 

the hardest part

is always the start.

mélange

there have been so many endings.

even in my beginnings I find them

there-

hidden behind the meaning of his

still unsaid

words.