Insincerity

Words and actions:
Few are those who contemplate
Their own disconnect

Rain Thoughts

She sits by the window
Picture frame in hand
The photo obscured by a glare of light
Into the rain she thinks soft thoughts
That swirl and drain
Through the streets

Assessment

How strange it is to let the dust settle
The accumulation of everyday invisible
Until you pile it up to count
And rid yourself of those things that plague you
And smile at those small achievements that elate you