Illusory

All life
is illusion

glittering specks in a river bed
the shimmer of heat off summer asphalt
a mote out of the corner of your eye

unattainable
unassailable
out of focus
always.

The Other Parent

full tank
empty car
homeward bound.

Whetting Stone

Let the wheel spin

'til the wet stone whines

let the blade thin

'til the sharp edge shines

this world is the whetting stone

for my jagged soul.