We Eat at Denny’s Late


Things fall apart.
The bird falls from the sky,
the branch splits from the apple tree,
leaves and feathers mix
with the dust at my feet.

Poem: Mind


Falling asleep,
I thought about
the mind being
like a cloud taking in rain.

I thought about bringing the mind to hover
over a lake of kindness—
a basin of sweet water to soak up.