A Little Mess Was Made

A little mess was made And yet the consequences Were not staged They came in rolling waves Bringing pain Then peace Breaking on the cheek Grinding all the way To aching, hurtful feet Not sure what to do Comfort, scold or let be, let do The consequences When A little...

I Don’t know The Answer

      I don’t know the answer Even as the question Isn’t asked. The flow knows the answer It leaves it on a bed Of relevance Fearing nothing Only feeling dread. I don’t know the answer But not to say the answer Isn’t in my head....