Learning from the valleys

Learning from the valleys
Layers of sediment
And the low lying fog
Repeated regiment

Answers hanging like fruit
But forbidden to eat
But an apple a day
Keeps the crazy away

Here in the long shadows

Here in the long shadows

Pulling on brevity

Finding too many words 

To write a melody

Grasping for details, big

Picture out of focus

Clamoring for reasons

Or some hocus pocus

Someday this nothing day

Someday this nothing day
Full of the unfulfilled
Will be a treasure chest
With all its contents spilled

Cumulus clouds in a
Culminating sunset
And traffic cars caught in
A tangled highway net

In beautiful coral

In beautiful coral
With the world Christmas groomed
Last week, a clematis
Outside your window bloomed

Someone who was lovely
Reached out to kiss my hands
Soon the bells will ring, but
No more days, nights or ands

You are gone, everyday

You are gone, everyday
Adds to yesterday's height
Some tree leaves won't fall, stuck
Like starlings in fixed flight

Not clinging to places
Each one, a slipping shawl
Life's ornaments fall from
The bough, cradle and all

Survivor not victim

Survivor not victim
Ability to heal
And not bruise like a peach
Thicker rind, harder peel

Share the experience
Even after the scab
Never forgetting but
Not reliving the stab

In all this persistence

In all this persistence
A sense of withdrawal
Off the path, quit the race
Not look at tomorrow

Not see the human race
In nature find solace
And accept the knowledge
That no one is flawless

Let us cross the threshold

Let us cross the threshold

Without bags of anger 

And bloom in the sunlight

Far from present danger 

In the psychedelic 

On stems of stamina 

Rejoice freedom beneath 

Stars of Andromeda 

When is enough enough

When is enough enough

Analyzing the crack 

The earthquake eruption 

The plates not going back 

Can we shape our future 

We are not made of stone 

Not let PTSD

Be marrow in our bone

What is our mission here

What is our mission here

Love and improve, not hurt

Ourselves and all others

Before the toss of dirt

No me, myself and I 

Not table chair, a bench

What is a helping hand

Pot and pan, hammer, wrench

Weather universal

Weather universal
But not the storms inside
A gold fish bowl heart or
Water not purified

Comfort found in sharing
Can clear the storms so skies
Have beautiful sunlight
Or starry emphasize