• Poetry

    Butterfly Escorts

    Private roads and private fencesPrivate tables and special swingsSpecial sitings of special creaturesInterrupting habitats We walk down an unmarked pathDeeper into the brushUnable to see the endFinding evidence of the humans Pushing through the fallen treesThe river is our guideProceed with caution Running low on resourcesWe return to our trailheadClosely monitored by the local butterfliesDeer cross our path A reroute is required to reuniteThe detour causing challenges with directionsBirds greet us as we emergeAccepted as one of their own

  • Poetry

    Selfish Humans

    I travel far Drifting slowly to my spot My friends surround me Reflecting the great Light in the sky We shed our layers Monsters with sharp lips arrive Forcefully pushing us together Scattering our enemies between Smaller creatures tear us apart A scraping drowns out all sound Helplessly thrown into a pile Broken

  • Reflections

    Green in the Time of Darkness

    I went on a short adventure today.  After a month of not leaving the confines of my apartment complex, I hit the road to visit a local state park.  The low humidity keeps me grounded in the fact that I am in my new state of Illinois.  I start off easy with a couple different trails to get my bearings.  It’s been months since I went on a proper hike.  The trees are covered with leaves and create a sunshade overhead.  The birds were singing about their summer plans and baby insects buzzed around my ankles.  I am wearing my…