At the end of longing

At the end of longing
Before the letting go
The last of looking back
Like a late April snow

Accumulating void
Empty pockets, just fuzz
Holding onto nothing
Nothing was all there was

Here in the greater World

Here in the greater World
Losing myself to pi
Feeling how others feel
And understanding why

And accepting the facts
That stack up like round stones
Defined by our guesses
While living with unknowns

In air meant for a youth

In air meant for a youth
Time constantly inhaled
It is all now a thought
Still vibrant, not yet paled

In the light of a spark
The ribbons of years furl
The defining moment
Beginning of the curl

Finding the slow motion

Finding the slow motion
Melancholy refrains
Sunlight through cloud cover
Gardens after hard rains

Touching, not connecting
Energy for the bloom
None for fallen petals
Bulb goes back to the tomb

This melancholiness

This melancholiness
Does not grant permission
I know who I am with
The fullest admission

What is easy is hard
Utopian collapse
All ends in an instant
In a moment of lapse

Much about chrysalis

Much about chrysalis
Nautilus and conch shells
The deeper searching of
All others and ourselves

But what about pill bugs
The mosquitoes and gnats
Our hopes that are squelched so
Leaving us to shout "drats"

After the ecstasy

After the ecstasy
Wind torn flag days of beige
To the linen, the pale
Constant weather and age

The mystery still rules
Particles of Life, dust
Is there gold in the pan
And is this all for must

In between two breezes

In between two breezes
In the middle of calm
Assessing the landscape
Without presence of qualm

Partaking in beauty
With a serious joy
While yawning and sleeping
With days void of annoy