Popcorn

When heat expands water within,
the protector, the husk, cannot stop
the popping.

The World

Too much.
A heavy blanket shrouds my soul,
weighing me to exhaustion.

Another day,
fog creeps in,
clogs the mind,
robs the joy,
mobs the bones.
Ache begins and
dogs my steps
until flogged by the sun
into retreat.

Rocks
diminish
into
minuscule,
minute,
small
stones.
Tiny,
tiny
rocks
become
sand
washed
by the sea.

Sometimes we try too hard
to preserve and persevere.
Only rest preserves perseverance.

Brain robbed of memory
is weak and unfocused.
Yet robed in strength
must create.

The waterpark flume

transports us

down the slide

just as we once

escaped the womb

to discover the expanse.

Icy water
soothes
summer's thirst
yet freezes and paralyzes
in winter.