Alyssa

You

Lost time
in a linear mind

searches and never finds
someone to be kind

to

someone
to find me

some
one

like
you.

© 2020 James Eric Watkins

If one is to know this blog, perhaps they should be introduced to its precursor: http://endlesssaga.blogspot.com/

Lunatic: The Confessions of E. Allen Rockford

My Sense is Real

Standing alone among the trees
and the wind, my senses become
alive with a childlike wonder and awe.

And a form of communication begins
between a man’s soul and the nature
he has been given to revel in.

A bird ascends and perches.

Suddenly that single bird becomes
everything, everything that has ever
happened in his life, every sad thing
every beautiful thing that has ever existed

and died. Rain drips from the sky. 

Startle me cold but more alive.

© 2020 James Eric Watkins