Staring at the Moon

I thought your lullaby was beautiful.
I think you should sing it often.
Then I started to think about it.
And I wondered why you don't sing often.
Because you have so much to sing about.

You have so much to sing about, and the stars will only shine brighter when you sing.
Please know, the world is waiting for you to sing. 

It is waiting to hear your voice...

Ramps

I wonder what it is like to jump in the air and stay there.
I wonder what it is like to flip upside down and land on something still moving.
I wonder what it is like to stand still knowing that something will catch you when you fall.

And the silly thing is that I don't have to wonder.

Post-Op

It's different.
Things will never be quite the way they were before.
But you've found some laughter.
Hold on to that. Hold on to the laughter.

It will bring you back to who you are.
It always does.

The Corner

You repeat the same words.
You play the same images.
You tell the same story.
And when you are ready, you'll come out from the corner.

Just know that there are dreams waiting for you.
And I hope that helps you.

Duchess Trail

I play the memory of riding around that neighborhood circle over and over again in my mind every winter.  Riding in that neighborhood circle is more than coming home and leaving for work.

It was the journey to a long night in the driveway after we had parted ways.
It was where he told me there was more to life than you.
It was where my Dad found grace.
It was where you said I couldn't do that.
It was where I parked crushed dreams.
It was the finish line after a hard audition.
It was the starting line for a long day of shows.
It was the track to the mailbox for that one letter I never received.
It was the trail we took to get away.
It was the trail we took to hide inside.
It was the last time I saw you waving before I took the leap.
It was coming home from the last karaoke.
It was the moment before I told you I got the part.
It was the last mile before I let you go.
It was the second time to make sure the doors were locked
because secrets were kept inside.

Please don't ever think that neighborhood circle is just coming home because it is so much more than a way home...

Puzzles from Years Ago

It is so surprising how Saturday morning cartoons turned into Tuesdays nights going through a high school yearbook wondering where you all went. I wonder if you are happy and if you ever wonder what life elsewhere is like. I wonder if you ever think about leaving and if staying means that you just can not let go.  I wonder if Friday night football games are what they used to be and if lunch after Sunday service is filling or empty. I wonder if downtown is a place to be seen and if the café on 6th street is a place to see others.

But most of all, I wonder if you wonder if there is more out there.

Because there is.
And I have found it.

Waves

They are shaky.
They are calm.
They are constant.
They are close.
They are far.
They are always changing.
They are huge, whole.
They are broken, uneven.
They are hitting me hard tonight as you sit in your sailboat far from the inland.
And I just hope you sail in tonight before the storm comes.