Between Shows


The other night,
I had just finished
watching something
or other and found

myself between shows.
The words floated then
formed in my mind—my
life is between shows.

No way I want to go
back; no idea what is
ahead. I can’t count
the times I was dead

certain about what
was next, what was
coming, or about love.
Wrong every time.

Hope was a train wreck
looking back. Decades
of deserted track. But
the train never stops;

I never arrive. Don’t
you see? The train
never stops; I never
get on. My life is

suspended

between shows.

Being in Ten Haiku


I’ve decided that
being pensive is a plus
not a minus and

melancholy is
a strength not a weakness so
you’ll have to love me

as I am and not
for who I am not or who
I will never be

not for what I did
or didn’t do or what I
dream to do or do

not want to do can’t
do I’m getting better at
being than I am

at doing wanting
or going I’m more content
with who I am than

who I was and more
content with where I am than
where I thought I would

be so dreams may come
and go but all is well is
not a myth or a

wish you see all is
well is a state of mind
and heart it isn’t

how I feel or an
issue of circumstance
it is who I am