At once in a fury

At once in a fury

Then days fell like feathers 

Soft until layers formed

Furthered the togethers

Not again, not at all

Gray rocks are forming dams

No satellite orbit

Happiness in the am’s

Crying watercolors

Crying watercolors

But feeling dark oil paints

Wyeth washes outside

While Rembrandt in restraints

Tomorrow’s storm coming

Umbrellas inside out

Visibly more muted

Internally undoubt 

Right from the very start

Right from the very start

Cradle me, your baby

The love I gave but I

Was born an injury

Handed off to siblings

Failing draft after draft

Feeling that I was wrong

Because I could not graft

Here at the start of now

Here at the start of now

New beginnings waiting 

The birth of a comet

Or bright star creating

Or just a passing cloud

Or passerby smiling

The same children questions

The age old ones piling

Enlightenment waning

Enlightenment waning

Depth replaced with distance

Sliding on the surface

Path of no resistance 

Curiosity ask

Determination seek

There’s micro to macro 

And redesign to tweak

In the moment scratch spin

In the moment scratch spin 

Gravity always here

Canada geese flying

Heading south on the sphere

In breathtaking autumn

Fireworks of maple trees

Here together forward

Facing the cooler breeze

All the things we love will

All the things we love will

No matter how tightly

Markers mostly matchsticks

Expiring though brightly 

And no matter the care

Or love leaps and bounding

The skirt of apathy

Folds in as it’s rounding

Floating without an oar

Floating without an oar

Four floors above the street

Autumn trees beneath me

Above the lamb clouds bleat

The cars like noisy koi 

Chasing the traffic sign

Here feeling like white sheets

Hung on a clothing line

Dissonant chord dangles

Dissonant chord dangles

Searching for a resolve

How is it the final

Alone without involve

A white cliff, a canyon

A lemur or condor

I am listening for

Beethoven responder 

Mouthful of alphabet

Mouthful of alphabet 

Randomly a word forms

Trying to find meaning

As the abstract conforms

A mental Ouija Board

Or a game of Scrabble

Like taking meeting notes

At the House of Babel

Arrows past the target

Arrows past the target

An artistic bullseye 

The beauty of unknowns 

Outside the sense of I

Cupid and Diana

Have often overshot

Strange loves and elusives

Not found in rings and dot

No in between exists

No in between exists

Prepared for readiness

The stark reality

Of this vast emptiness 

No history to comb

Bank swallows cannot nest

Future had its ending

Present put it to rest

Errors hanging like clouds

Errors hanging like clouds

On occasion wringing

Learning to make changes

Corrections are bringing

The time a quarter till 

A thumb on the stopwatch 

The ribbon waiting is

Just an end, not a notch

Speak to me through the grass

Speak to me through the grass

Or fallen leaves or snow

Can you hear passing birds

Staccato traffic flow

Let’s talk about beauty

Whether you saw it first

When weather calls for rain

I think about your thirst

A Life away from life

A Life away from life

In a land still living

In a cove of kindness

Speaking after sieving 

Where branches have the sky

And roots have room to grow

My soil is not your soil

We share the bees and snow

Happiness does not ask

Happiness does not ask

The cup overfloweth

It is in our mortar

Unaware, no knoweth 

As easy as walking

Happiness is concrete

It cannot be broken

With stomping of their feet

Working dream crescendo

Working dream crescendo 

Dancing on cirrus clouds

With a worn dull chisel 

And ambivalent crowds 

A sense of completion 

From flower to the fruit

A dream in the pocket

Of my overall suit

Come along for the sky

Come along for the sky

Is whole and touching land

Parcel after parcel

Cornrows strand after strand

Wishes are finding words

My hopes for you are grand

Saturday afternoon 

Slow moving hourglass sand

Hopper sunlight soaking

Hopper sunlight soaking

Brevity befriends me

Window frames on doorways

White sheets shifting slowly

Empty playgrounds starting 

To gather active thoughts

Trying to leave traces

Greater lasting than naughts

That was my majesty

That was my majesty

And was left to pauper

Old soul in worn out shoes

Than faddish or proper 

The childhood robberies

I’m too old to rattle

Separation not wake

Abandon the battle