My Shadow

Fibers of my darker side,
I drag the bag behind me,
Born empty but it wasn’t long
before someone started to fill it.

Parents first, for all their love,
began with sorrow, then the guilt.
It is not just at twilight
that shadows grow long.

Oh dark, accusatory duffle,
Deep satchel of indiscretions;
all the things I should have done
but didn’t, or did but shouldn’t,

I embrace you.
You are the obstacles
that I have overcome;  You could not exist
if there were no light.

Time and Bottles ~ Remembering Jim Croce

You put your time in a bottle,
see through, your own fish bowl,
the don’ts the deeds,
the anxieties.

It is less than a landscape
but more
than a still life,

An artist
with a fine brush,
you build your days
with balance.

A bit of sun, a bit of rain,
Some would say a bit strong
on melancholy.

They say, “Water it down”
I say, “Let it shine”
That full moon
once in a blue

when stars fall
like sleet,
sparking your eyes with dreams.