"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Tuesday, September 20, 2011



Don't mind the ashes.
We aren't the first
to kick through ruins.
When the roof collapsed,
the light improved--
Shouldn't we use it?
Find one thing unscathed
hold it in hand, smell it, study,
until it's burned into your eyes.
When you're sure you'll never
forget the shape, leave it.

You won't return.
Someday it will be
the only thing that matters.


  1. I like this poem. What an interesting way to approach the idea you're conveying. I love the line "when the roof collapsed, the light improved." Unexpected, but true.

  2. @Chipper Muse, Thanks for reading! I do appreciate it!

  3. Great poem, all so very true.