each time
I seek

to name
myself

or
another

I make
mistakes

Listen:

at times I am
bottomless
a house of ten thousand rooms
that rests on nothing
but the wind
so sound
it is soundless
at my best
my deepest
my truest
I hit
bottom

today a room in the back
comes facing East
the front door turns from red
to green then blue
this house of mine
I still do not know
how many rooms there are
in me
or will be
but most at home am I
when I
explore

to
a wren’s warble

an owl’s moonlight
hoot

I give
ear 

to who
I

call
myself

to
silence

Audio:

waiting
for a train to somewhere
they’ve never been

play
a game of chance
with each other

in time
they unknow
themselves

once on board
the train that never arrives
their stories

separate
but now
inseparable

never
stop
coming

wait,  wait
I am not ready yet

let me wander
where no one thinks they know me

it will come to me
as I do

to know who
is telling

my
story

two mirrors
meet

both cracked
blurred

here and there
clear

a wind blows
between

fresh then
stale then…

both longing
to see

both
to be

true

when I come
to this apartment in the wind
invited by two angels
in whose desire
to walk the Way
with me
I find my
self
a little more
true
and able
to rest awhile
before the wind
takes me
again