i think i've found myself a home
a place for life to take ahold
my roots have found a water well
the sky pulls up, inspires growth

the road grows wide
___my fingers, toes
______dig through air
what matters most
___uncertain breaths
______are in the past
_________and in the future
______they will come back

But here, oh earth
___the smell is sweet
I lick my lips and lift my feet
I praise my soul and know that deep
under this spot a rhythm beats
___and keeps
___me here.

never been home

The road finds my feet.
My secrets kept
the space between.
Not wide nor thin,
just enough to miss.
Taste of breath
replaced the kiss.

As comfy as it seemed
there's other wheres to be.

If you'll agree
then walk with me.
We are free
to come and go.
The world is big
and draws me in
but nomatter where
i have been
I've never been home.

My poems desire flow too much
raised on rhythm and dr. suess.
Rhyme and passage of time and such
effect the words i pass to you.

When tones control the waves of time
and music not meter gives pace to the lines
then i can avoid the obvious rhymes
and perhaps say something meaningful.