From Wal-Mart on a Snowy Night

Stepping outside of a lonely Wal-Mart on a snowy evening

I glanced at the collected white powder that blanketed my bicycle

Quickly dusting off and unchaining my two-wheeled vehicle

Before other’s darting eyes could strike me in judgment


Covered head to toe protecting my face with a scarf from the chill

I started off into the darkness, into the drifting snow

The stillness, the dimness, the deep chill, and whipping wind

Lay bare my soul to the depth of loneliness


Pumping my cheaply made vehicle creaking and cracking

The only sound on this empty, white street

Glaring lights glancing off my covered face

Moving slowly away down the slippery trail.


How much more cold can I endure on this winter’s night?

The wind cut through my dingy uniform

My hands were stiff from the cold

How long can I go on like this?


When will I reach the end of my journey?

Will I ever feel the warmth of the fire again?

Struggling up the hill I see the trailer park

I turn in and the night deepens


Solo rider on a snowy night

A light in the distance hearkens

A door creaks open pushing back layers of powder

A voice answers, “ Thank goodness you are back.”

Written about a night in Yelm, WA


A Wind from the Western Asylum

A quiet wind from a time

Deep in history

Before technology,

Before climate change

Before the the pressures and anxiety

of modern day life

Primitive wind, Archaic wind

Blew lightly.


Against the faces who stared

Back through their fog

of delusion.


The soft light glanced against

ancient trees.

The simple yellow light laughed

From deep in the past playfully.


The light’s rays danced on

the faces of those who

could not see the razor sharp

reality of life.


Staring at the light glowing

dancing, reflecting

a time when Earth rejoiced


I stood at a paradoxically

peaceful, delightful

the whimsical light and gentle

breeze at an ancient

crossroads with faces whose minds

have long disappeared.

March 10, 2017 5:00pm