Leaving The Past

Putting your arm

around the hump

of my sorrow

Embracing the loss

as you reach

through my pain

Saying again

that no words

can bring comfort

Leaving the past

and its language

— profane

*****

Caught In The Maelstrom

Answering

the questions

Questioning

the answers

Caught in the

maelstrom

A prisoner

of time

Looking

before me

Looking

behind me

Each minute

recounted

A moment

— unrhymed

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)