Journaling

pen in hand they stand

long lines of women through time

countless pages writ


journals letters more

words telling the history

men tend to omit

Reflection

if I were you and
you were me what would you see
in me I in you?

To the pinnacle

headed out and up
sights set on the mountaintop
to cleanse body mind soul

the past falls away
replaced by future glimpses
incentive to climb

Night

waiting shadows board
charon's boat gliding cross night's
sky at hades beck