The abstract is precise

The abstract is precise
A pinpoint ironclad
Both a plateau and edge
A möbius nomad

In the essence of one
Are infinite fractions
And in the last movement
Unlimited actions

Not finding the time to

Not finding the time to
Reflect, compose or dream
Thoughts are not complex nor
Everything as it seems

Clouds are only clouds and
The night is full of moon
No more, no less, and the
Morning is coming soon

In the middle of now

In the middle of now
The future and the past
Are like sleeves on the heart
Like two sails on a mast

The weather yesterday
The forecast tomorrow
Are not here in the now
Find no cause or follow

Tulips in the abyss

Tulips in the abyss
Daffodils wake then break
Not all of us searching
The eternity stake

Love is permeating
Small world phenomenon
We are all near to touch
In this large marathon

Forever and ever

Forever and ever
But what day is today
Does it truly matter
The back and forth, the sway

Or the pendulum clock
Time, our one calendar
From great pyramids to
Gigabyte cellular

Are the words leaving me

Are the words leaving me
Or am I leaving them
No longer measuring
The cut of a rough gem

Taking my cubicle
In Life, in existence
Not lassoing clouds with
Great gusto persistence

Not too old to begin

Not too old to begin
Even a new season
The gift of time unwrapped
Does not need a reason

Untie all the knots and
Loosen the shoe laces
Connect to the moment
Here, now, people, places

This is a new plateau

This is a new plateau

Arms outstretched, full of sky

Farm land and fertile soil

Celebrate without why

The sun across a page

In the palm of the Earth

The occasional tree

To vantage point our mirth

This inch was the hardest

This inch was the hardest
And not the wider step
The mere smallest of change
And not the leap but crept

A growth, a spurt, a sprig
New vocabulary
Fresh words or perspective
Exponential prairie

The answers are unknowns

The answers are unknowns
The sky a bluer blue
Sense of infinity
Are not the stars in view

Immerse in beautiful
Simplicity of string
Bind the soul with friendship
Geyser the inner spring

Brighter before darkness

Brighter before darkness

Like heading towards the sun

Braver, wiser, older

Less fractional, more one

Sensing relief, release

Reaching beyond the cap

We did not know we were

Like sky caught in a trap

Insufficient knowledge

Insufficient knowledge
Relying on the gut
A sixth, sometimes seventh
Instinct that adds the but

Ominous, foreboding
Excitement in the air
This fork in the road is
Nothing more than split hair

Aunt Gerry loved daisies

Aunt Gerry loved daisies
Dividing them for us
And every Spring they bloomed
First ten, then fifty plus

It's as if she were there
The company they gave
The most honest flower
We know they were her fave

Born with a happiness

Born with a happiness
Unappealing to those
Whose recipes include
A dash of spite, cut nose

All their molding, yet still
Failing expectations
The disposition ruled
Despite the relations

A beautiful star now

A beautiful star now
Just over my shoulder
Still seeking, searching as
The questions grow older

Port after port, abort
Pinholes of light beckon
The mysteries of Life
Are out there, we reckon

Arriving further out

Arriving further out
Territories unknown
Arrows shot in great voids
The chasing where they've flown

Comma after comma
Continuous inhale
Question marks and colons
Exclamation points hail