Harassment

stones against the wall --
clattering, they try to distract

Falling

above, stillness
a soul found suspended
by grace,
precarious by affliction

below, the squall
a lie found bobbing
on the surface,
appealing by perversion

"just a taste,
you cannot resist"

inside, the din

Little Things

all the little things we breathe
we think that are not there

are for you a food
that rejection
wouldn't dare

did you think they
were not there
because you could not see?

on and on they smite you
on and on you swear

the soup of sinisters simmers
spreading darkness and disease

all our lives we breath these things,
heedless, unwitting, merry

August Sun

august sun
westering
imparts an amber peace
that gives glow to creation
and cradles the soul
in still certainty of love