The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth

Not a squeak to em

The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway

beams dance on the floor

Wiggling to some translucent beat

I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat

Shadows scatter

I freeze to admire the sight

I stand still

confident in the shadows return

But hoping the beams dance a bit longer

And hoping they return


The Silent Man

I mouth the words hoping they’ll be caught

But without a sound I could be saying anything

He doesn’t mouth a thing

He stands there staring waiting for more from me

But I have such a hard time getting my own words out

“What are you thinking?” I mouth silently

He stands there waiting for his turn to speak

but I continue to mouth my own questions that I so badly want answered


My Sleeping Baby

She sleeps sitting up

Cradled between

two couch cushions

I toss her favorite blanket over her legs

Even though I know she’ll kick it off

She has her hands tucked below her chin and her knees pulled in

I lean in to hug her and kiss her little head covered in brown locks

And tell her I love her

I always hope I contribute to her good dreams