Poetry For Everyday People

Inadequate

Memories that can't save us,
as we sit in trouble, lake
beneath our suspended soles,
moon hiding behind a big cloud,
every now and then
our toes touch water,

in our lives,
something, needs,
to be refreshed,
from our art to
our musical mix,
the way the mirror
looks back,

passion knows
no cure,

sometimes new chances
can bend things back
into shape, or make them
more beautiful.