Untitled.

They say that time and space
can heal everything
so I bought a train ticket
for my broken heart and
set it loose to see the world.

The hurt began to ebb
as I watched the last train car
fade into the distance and
from time to time I will
get postcards from my heart-
it never stays anywhere for long.

It goes where it wants
when it wants and I
was never very good at letting go
so I am very happy to know
that it is doing so well on its own.

BB

Untitled.

Cap ou pas cap?

I will take you to a cliff
and tell you that being
with me means a lot of
leaping without looking
and trusting that
everything will work out.

You can choose to take
my hand and jump because
no reward comes without a
little risk; whether you
stay on the edge or leap
I am leaving solid ground
behind.

BB

Cap ou pas cap?

Swim At Your Own Risk

Sometimes I get pulled
away by the tide of
thinking about you.

My tea grows cold in
the cup and I hardly
notice that afternoon
has turned into
the rose gold blush of sunset.

I find my feet and arms
treading water while I
wonder if it is not too late
to swim for shore.

BB

Swim At Your Own Risk

Ocean Sounds

Walking on the beach
your toes shifting in sand
a polished skipping stone
cupped in your hand
but you will pick up a shell instead
and press it to your ear
(and I don’t need to tell you
what you’re going to hear)
it’s the sound you have missed
for years and sometimes more
of my tumultuous waves breaking
upon your rocky shore;
though for now we may pretend
that our feelings don’t preside
you will always be my moon
and I will always be your tide.

BB

Ocean Sounds