An ache deep within bones, crawling under tiger-striped skin.
Nestled to rest in their first home; an experience passively mentioned,
with chances it might creep in.
Read for entire poem / reading.
You know as well as I, parts of our lives can only stay buried in the sand for so long. Until the beach is flooded by the tide.
Watch a recorded poetry reading of 'The Nature of Things'
Tend to a garden of your own, and you'
Watch for recorded poetry reading of 'Many Moons Overdue'
...There are memories surging through me of you...
you can go the distance, you can play the part..
Lonely is as lonely does, it faintly hovers up above...