time pushes nothing aside

nothing ended 

nothing started

nothing has ended

we turn over new leaves

so they say

and yet

are they new?

have they not newly fallen

old dead leaves

kicked aside

turned over 

to make room for new growth

and how new is it

when it has not yet started

mere disconnected strands of mycelium

or a seed in a decomposing fruit

(perhaps one will sprout from the 10 shriveled clones)

or a sprout from a near dead root stock

pushing the decay aside

we turn over a new leaf

and want to start fresh

yet time pushes nothing aside for us

nothing has ended

nothing ended

nothing started.

-irma 15sep2018

insecurity

insecurity is part of me

and makes me who i am

...

you should love me in my insecurity

and you do love me in my insecurity

…

i love my figure in the shadow

long and slim,

before it disappears

the halfway point between to streetlights

the pavement patched

like clown pants

the thud thud of my non-athletic gait

as I jog alongside you

under the nearly full moon

cool stillness

the soft even light

on an overcast day

casts no shadows

long or short

and radiates no warmth

to soften the dusty wind

soon the pressure will rise

and rain will fall

but until then

we wait together, leaning

our backs on the cornerstone of the church

stealing our warmth

as we wait 

in what would be the shadow of a steeple

were it not for the protective 

layer of clouds

-irma