

GridworkCalendarGridwork
(Object Poem)
A grid Home to
Loosely penciled in
Dates and times Numbers Home to A schedule Rigid and unchanging The definition of a life Home to Your pending anxiety Your daily stress Your confines Your unnamed affliction
A plan 365 days of
Plotting Dissecting dreams Setting imagination in stone No longer free
365 days of Nonspatial continuum Laid out Soon to be planned out
365 days of Landscape Some still uncharted Still a mystery &nbs


SproutsA seed has been planted By a falling acorn Accidental The earth swirls around the seed Capturing a new life in the soil The rain pours down and offers life to the seed The life crawls on for some time Beneath the soil Unbeknownst to the outside worldSprouts
The outside is poisoned with lies False hopes failing Lives already lived Trees already grown Some with rotting roots and Twisting limbs Rough Bark The termites’ residence
Growing up is not just child’s play Mother may I? Growing into a tall tree With strong roots