A Fool Am I

A Fool Am I

I am newly indisposed

after learning what I already know…


I could tell you lied

and still you tried

not to say

so as

not to hear…

not to make it real.


This bumpy road we’re on,

should we move on or slow down?

If we do, I might get stuck too.

I keep an eye on oncoming traffic.

But, sometimes a car cuts in when you least expect it.


I already knew.

In the numbness


In the numbness of still life,

my shrugged answer to you

stopped everything,

as though nothing had relevant existence.

It’s coming back to haunt me;

lusting after a loving life.

still… life…

traffic in-head


look down


fireworks are nowhere to be found

nor sounds to hold dear

nor scapegoats running near.


you might shy away.

I know I am




closed down.


skipping through life
sounds like fun
but i mean
skipping the mornings with the children
skipping dinner time around the table
good conversation
laughter and love
I’m not only there for the tough moments
am I?

Seeking Content


Deep from within

there is a humming

sound like


searching for the right words

wondering about the path

questioning every step

longing for true essence

harmony of life…


Shakked Sarah’s Home Birth

A full moon
Always haunting
Always enchanting
And with the full moon
Your journey to join our home began

It was my heart that beckoned
And your sister who called to you
“Baby come!” when we flew a kite
And, “come baby!” when we went to the sea…

It was for you we were waiting

And in such rage of movement and stillness
Of laughter and tears
You joined us
Into the strong and trembling hands of your father
You came

Inside the candles were dancing
Outside the birds sang

I embraced you and wept.
Recognizing you

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