top of page


I keep anticipating,

Hopelessly each day,

That the sun might have,

Some good news to say.

But, I am,

Stranded all alone,

Every hour of every day,

Wanting to be at home.

Today I gave up,

Hope and everything else,

But it only drowned me,

Deeper in every pretense.

For now I don’t know,

How to float,

Where am I supposed to,

Row this drowning boat.

words for the day

bottom of page