Hamlet’s Words

Hamlet called them words
in his feigned madness.
To him they were words – mere words,
but to me they might mean so much more.

Moments

why does each moment
need to be on the tip
of a high end cliff
ready to blast ahead
into a flight of pleasure
or a deep dive into pain

Little Child, I Believe

Little child
In your wonder I believe
When you see a hundred moons
While there is one

A Child’s Curiosity

As a drop of sharp stone
By gravity’s humble weight
On one stolid mirror