of skylines

as much love
as i have felt
for cities
and tall buildings
and skylines

i cannot help
how they remind me
that all of us
are in some type
of prison

more literal
and more cruel
than others

more subtle

we think
we cannot live

when we have lived
without them before

when some people
still live without them

to grow
to love your
prison is an
act of survival

to think
that your prison’s
all there is
is an act
of surrender




contradiction, 1

so many things i do
are contradictory to
everything i want to be

i want to make a roadmap
a plan
an outline
of all the steps it
will take to get my
heart, mind, and body
in alignment

there is
no way to do that
without changing
the world around me

so this cycle
goes, of changing,
trying to change,
being changed,
trying to hold steady,
trying to dismantle,

fighting against the
complacency which
threatens to settle in
as we age, become exhausted,
become world-weary,

which contradiction
do i begin with?


some things
are not ours
though we do
not know they
are not ours

we take them
and examine them
with our hands
and with our hearts
and hold them close

we the takers
do not get to decide
when the wounds of
history are healed enough
for even mindful taking

and those on the other side
who learn to imitate
the masters’ ways
are simply learning
to survive

we are not islands
we are more entangled
than ever before
and we are not without
our contradictions

so with our taking
we take responsibility
to learn the history
of what’s been taken,
and, at times, to let it go.