somewhere in between
no longer here yet not there
waiting the Unknown
the old has fallen away
the new has yet to unfold
Category: tanka
2016.07.05: purging
boxes in storage
time capsules of former lives
shelved but not released
letting go of all that stuff
frees me to be who I am
2016.07.03: association
just the word monsoon
conjures childhood memories
playing in warm rain
the year the river found God
rising to the church’s doorsteps
Thanks for prompt from: Reflectioned
2016.06.18: mirror
northern morning sun
reflects on the south side wall
from neighbor’s window
sometimes our mere existence
sheds light on another’s darkness
2016.06.17: legacy
casting to the curb
possessions that bind the soul
ours and our forebears’
trash that we fail to dispose
inherited by others
Longing For Water 