mason jar

mason jar of memories

cool night and fall is upon us

lying flat on back

ceiling floats above with indignation

or disinterest

but the cat is licking himself

contently

and the crab-apples rap tap tapping

a mason jar of blue beads

from back when she loved me

in the fall

and way before this all

shes got a

baby boy now

lives sick

something autoimmune

but he's smiley

makes me think of altered paths

2 roads in a wood

is a minute by minute divergence

every moment has many paths

might as well call it a dessert

any direction

any time

mason jar of water

good now and life settled slowly

and the bridge it

floated under

sheltered it from

lightning and thunder

put it in a jar

that sits here on the

table as she sleeps

beneath my stars

naked to me at least

the beast

if not also to her life

I can't help but thinking that

I've finally got it right

but can I keep it

is the question

that is tearing up my mind

and man it

tears me up

when she does

those things

so fine

but I'm still this creature

in a damp cave crawling

darkling deep inside

canned it up for

another long winter

mason jar with

candle lit

flickering lights

that flirt and flit

as I sit watching

ice form slowly

on the window

contemplating

what's in store

and waiting

and scratch, the cat,  is

curled up warm inside

an old flannel shirt

on oaken floor

and she is looking up

from a book

with those burning eyes

wondering what I'm

thinking I surmise

but there are no lies

and there are no questions

just quiet noises washing

over subtle introspections

that shine so bright

as the fall day slips to night

mason jar of memories

mason jar of light

mason jar of thinking

mason jars of night

dark and hiding secrets

in the open void of light

and if life's mysteries are troublesome

and tear you up inside

twist and slide the subtle lid

see what waits

inside...

...and then just

hang on

for the ride