Feel the ground as it holds you firm, supporting It does not ask you to prove worthiness or, god forbid, perfection Recognize this receive this. When the time is right lift one foot do you notice the other leg picking up the slack? You need…

Prompt Hour Six Feet talk. They say where. They say how— far high, deep slow fast —you go Your brain says to your feet; “I wonder”, and your feet takes the lead— to wander. To see new things. to go— beyond what you already know….

Cool freshly wet sand under my feet Not yet too warm sun breaking stained glass blue over Hale’akala, exploring my early face, directing shadows into every crease. Ancient lava rock up over up over Navigating kiawe trees kiawe thorns kiawe thoughts Turning higher sun hot…

And the heart strains against its bonds Step by singular step A gaited pace in brambles whack The blood pressure meeting The rhythm of the unknown Destinations approach and recede behind As an attempt is made goloberally To hide the times when we stood still…

Wake up for something different More than just the day Wanting to get started With sunshine to make hay   Not just ‘cause I have to For work to pay the bills To keep the fires going To ward off all the chills   There…

Pulled along, leashed to your expectations. Fast, slow, on course or off, you set the pace. I’ve had enough. I use my weight and dig in the tread of my shoes. Resist. Stop. We stand at an impasse. Each staring at the other. I turn…

Footsteps repeating, life taken in at the pace of its original intention. The labor of my body propelling itself forward, swaying in stride. The soles of my feet touching the earth, Anywhere I may venture, is an honest measure of my efforts The sidewalk, night…

If all I think is moving on earth With bare foot and a crown of tears, Then I really do not wish to be on earth With a crown of tears. I’d wish to fly some place far Far above crowns on earth.

as if your breath could contain the world to bridge me to pieces of myself lost to you in the folds of the leather in your back seat staring at the world meant to join us in between all those moments we promised we would…

The march The march is over For a decade plus seven The wait is over Grubbing swimming through dirt Inching toward the sustaining tree. Slowly scaling the massive trunk. Waiting under the shadow of leaves For hard shell and wings to form. Releasing songs To…