No pursuit in power

No pursuit in power

Yet fighting tangled weeds

No offspring to offer

But a sower of seeds

Captured by a moment

But not shackled to it

The freedom of a fall

Therefore opting to sit

In this vast openness

In this vast openness 

A morning moon still here

The stars no longer shine

The sky is blue and clear 

Lingering and hanging

Time pressing as it goes

Transparent and sliding

Reluctantly it knows

Not there on the back step

Not there on the back step

Or windows with curtains 

Smoke rising from chimneys 

Or safety of certains

A bird’s nest in my heart

Organic and make due

Twigs of life and ribbons

Faded green and sky blue

Protecting the beauty

Protecting the beauty

Not wanting to mourn loss

Urban renewal plans

The bare wood without gloss

Pulling the clouds back or

Pushing back ocean waves

Look again and see it

Moments dirging to graves

Looking back letting go

Looking back letting go

Shoes worn in young mistakes

Permanent report cards

Are now private keepsakes

Repealing perfection 

Raised with this standard set

And failure to be so

The leeches will blood let

Taking back the shaking

Taking back the shaking

Promises formed in haste

Writing on white clouds smudge 

A storm warning foretaste 

Words fall into puddles

And sink instead of float

Fishing expedition 

On the hook what was wrote

Spinal meningitis

Spinal meningitis 

This was my beginning 

The start of hearing loss

A loose underpinning 

Never able to run

Counting steps in my walk

Not telling anyone

The totals should they talk