I stopped writing poetry awhile ago, but I’ve felt the bug come back with a vengeance lately. Here’s my first foray back into writing. Short. Sweet. A little sloppy perhaps, but for posterity…

“settling for God in the absence of love”

God answers my whine.
palm fronds turn to visions of women under full moon sky.
old standing building looks at me asking me why,
I don’t tell it as I float by.
my soul asking if it’s alone as mine.
I don’t know, but in this light the palm fronds eyes shine.
and we’re both alone; to be mine.