The wheat and the weeds
Peacefully coexist.
Which is which?

Smell of the ocean
Salty perfume, sweet laughter
Tsunami

On top of the mountain

Breathless energy

I'm falling.

Breathtaking scenery

Spirit soaring to the clouds

The axe falls.

The black birds that fly

      in the cage

around my head

       need to be

                       set

                            free.

Your light
illuminates the truth
so much
it burns
my soul

so small
against the fall snow, the acorn
and I

Straining to see the lesson
darkness falls
on my disappointment

Thirty year old man
without coverage--let him die?
"Crucify him! Crucify him!"

*Note: This was written as a response to the Tea Party debate audience crying out in the affirmative to a theoretical scenario asking whether an uninsured 30 year old should be allowed to die.

A ladybug sits
on my question mark. Is she
asking or answering?