Light (poetry)

I drink wine

A lot.
I smoke
A lot.

I meditate

In my courtyard

A lot.

Bad dreams

At first

Then better ones come

As I sit with Buddha

In my garden

Better thoughts come too

Slowly

Then the epiphany

I see the moon clearly

I see the stars clearly

I still drink wine

Not as much

I still smoke

Just as much

I meditate more

And my dreams become clear

- Judi Reed, 2013

Weight (poetry)

Heavy dank fog

Encasing

A scarred heart

Dark and ominous

Hands grasp out for something tangible

I see it

I reach for it

A voice tells me to.

But when my fingers curl

There is only the moisture

Of tears

To grasp

I’m left,

with a fist

My fingers touching nothing

But the palm of my hand

Encircling particles

Of someone else’s

Fantasies…

And my own…

Lost.

- Judi Reed, 2013