Not Me

worry? not me
what will be
is already
on the way
faith
leaves me
at peace
amen

Butterflies

Vowels and consonants
Do not touch what’s constant
Nouns and verbs
Can’t speak the unheard

Similes and metaphors
Only knock upon the door
Sentences and paragraphs
Are limited craft

Pages and chapters
Don’t know what comes after
Rhetoric and meaning
Always find themselves leaning

Buses rumble
Through the city streets where
People swarm like ants

I awake,

turn on

the cold

tap water

& splash this

sleepy face,

my tongue

setting like

a ton of bricks,

Mr. Sandman’s

mortar sticking

to my lids.