When nighttime arrives,

Yet sleep decides to hide,

For at least a little while, ...

Even when things,

Can easily be grasped,

My mind finds ways, ...

I have been told,

That tranquility resides,

In one’s mind. ...

If I were to be,

Any geometric shape,

I’d choose a square, ...

Some mountains,

In the distance,

I’ve climbed. ...

There is a desire,

Somewhere inside,

To simply understand, ...

To be above,

In the midst,

Or below the fog. ...

When days get blurry,

I wait and relax,

Until things clear up. ...

Looking back,

All that comes to mind,

Is that they were sweet, ...

I sat in many,

Empty classrooms,

Studying after hours. ...

Every morning,

New mountains appear,

Inviting me to climb. ...

Growing up,

My father often said,

“Stand tall, be strong.” ...

Overnight sleeper trains,

Are simply magical.

Perhaps because, ...

I’ve learned,

To feel the pain,

When it arrives. ...

On a warm July day,

With gentle premonition,

She cast her shadow on me. ...

When life,

Doesn’t make sense,

I look to the heavens, ...

Borders are now,

An obsolete artifact,

In my mind. ...

When I lose myself,

Amidst the colors,

Of an early sunrise, ...

On rare occasions,

Life signs clearly point,

To where I need to go. ...

Curvy roads,

Remind me to look back,

And appreciate the turns, ...