soul – Picking Up Roots

Walk

       one foot
 in front
of the other

in the open air

nourishes the soul

Writing

in the total dark
before the dawn

a pen glides
across a creamy page

filling the blank lines
with black blood

from the soul,
the aged wood

of the table
creaks beneath the weight

of each word,
hoping one or two

might soothe the ache
of the restless soul

Harmony

are you free,
what desires
chain you
to hollow tasks,
stealing your soul;

what is superfluous
in your life,
can you let it go,
is there a simpler existence
for you,
a place more in harmony
with your soul