A hiking trail of thoughts

A hiking trail of thoughts

My heart begins to burst 

The joy and sadness of

A better world or worst

The past fails to haunt us

The great Art that remains

Tides of Hope in chorus

Refrains, refrains, refrains

A dead star not quasar

A dead star not quasar

Disappointment and such

How can two sips from the

Same cup vary so much

The expectations felt

The reality came

Two faces looking down

One in shock, one in shame

Three point five percent rule

Three point five percent rule

We are here and fighting 

Peaceful gatherings when

Government’s inciting

Telling us laws that we

Must obey with their heils

Well if that’s the case then

Release the Epstein files

From here it is not far

From here it is not far

Like sensing the ocean

All this understanding 

Mere trifle and notion

And who will take me there

Some old familiar song

Our shadows on the beach

Stretch out but are not long

I have not forgotten

I have not forgotten 

We shared a love and do

Nothing taken but hearts

Given and added to

No needs or wants asking

A happiness haiku

Such a lovely life us

My shoulder home to you

Two parallel plateaus

Two parallel plateaus 

One higher kitchen shelf

Where hopes and dreams display 

Above the daily self

The good china waiting

Let us sit and beside

Pull ourselves up and up

So we can say we tried

Quiet as light itself

Quiet as light itself 

Quiet as time giving

Or taking each moment

Conscious to us living

The shushing of present

The suffocated past

Quiet as sight itself

The foreground or the vast