Tagged: friend

the river is most

the river is most
like an old friend, reflecting
back where you were, where

you’ve been, the possibilities
of where you may be going

new friends

every morning, new

every morning, new
worlds appear unbidden, having
nothing and every-

thing to do with the way we
see each other, interact

on a scale of walking

on a scale of walking
into traffic and
walking into the sea,
last night i
chose the sea,
and when i reached it,
you called me
out of the blue,
an accusatory tone
in your voice,
taking me back
to the days when
i’d arrive at my
childhood home
and not ring you up.
i was found out,
i leaned the
heaviness against you
so that i could
find a new
balance, and you
shifted so that you
could accommodate
the weight. i
wandered alongside,
instead of into,
though the sound of
the waves will always
compete with your voice


there is something to

there is something to
childhood friends –
rock, paper, scissors –
agreeing to one-up
each other for the
rest of eternity,
building strength
to face the rest of it all

hector does standup

hector does standup
where there is no solid ground
upon which to stand –

levity takes on the waves
across the seas, parting laughter