Prisoner Locked inside my head, writing pleas for my rescue — another bottle.

Develop     “You crawl, then you walk”, a child in parent’s clothing — pretend to succeed.  

Doubt I don’t think I can; my instincts tell me I won’t — that’s why I must try.

Tenuous Hold fast! delicate, slender cord, a seed on wing — a frail start in life.

Late To widen the crack has proven too tough a task — we fall into night.

Drift A convocation of dead and dying brethren– Fall, and they gather.

Perspective From down here it seems (I even hear the ocean) the surf is awesome.

Pathway Strewed, white gravel path across a flat plane of glass finds tomorrow’s gold.

Drizzle Light rain, walking back — (I brought home a souvenir) rode in on my shoes.

Kiss Nature’s best face forth — an invitation to love the world around you.