To Whom Are You

  Who gave you the right to captivate & steel what was guarded? A precious jewel of High Court quality, saintly, worth more than rubies and gold. To whom are you to nestle me in textures, leaving me to lay in wait, while you are lost amongst the crowd of summer.

To Be Human Again in the Busy Season

I’m awake, it’s dark, and sounds from the television are muffled under my door. It must be morning, but why is it so dark? Slow to rise, I limber my legs over the edge of the bed to look at the clock; 2:30am. I debate laying back down, but the urgency to pee is pushing…

Wrapped in a Moment

My cup runneth over, as I sit rocking in a chair on the front deck, watching the sun rise above the earth, until the red and orange glow disappears. Its warmth absorbs into my mummy wrapped skin covered by a sushi designed fleece blanket that I received for Christmas last year. While worship songs fill…

Dear September

How is it that you have arrived already? Just last week, I was basking in the warmth of the sun and here I am today, trying not to get blown off the deck by your strong winds and cold Canadian air. I don’t know how many times I’ve been in and out of the house…

At the Edge of Rust, Wood, and Water

My hand grasps the door handle as wind catches it pulling me quickly to the street, greeted by passing cars and northwest winds. Fifty-five degrees, sunny, warm, and it’s February in Michigan. How can this be? Armed with book and phone in hand, I begin my descent toward the boardwalk parallel to the St. Clair…