In the quiet space
between thought and word
I mine for clarity as
each syllable becomes
a small meditation.

My observations caught in words
transform ordinary moments
the way light falls through leaves
to create shadows that stretch
across landscapes as questions
that I pose openly to
myself and the world.

As in the silence that follows rain,
each poem is an invitation
to be still and see the world refracted
through joy and wounds,
through all that makes us human,
neither instructing nor demanding,
simply an offering in words.

This is how I learn to see myself:
by showing you what I see
in the intimate cartography of my
inner landscape, mapped in verse.

This is the gentle turning of experience
until it catches the morning light.

 

4/5/2025