Here is what I have found

Here is what I have found

I know it isn’t much

Look at what you found and

All others, such and such

Let’s gather together

There’s still time in the day

To forage the forest

We can make our own way

My bulb is burrowing

My bulb is burrowing 

Self-propelling a home

Gravity is grounding

Stems are stretching for dome

Nature and internal 

Fingers finding a root

The reward for knowing

Are strong flowers and shoot 

There is a calmness here

There is a calmness here

Shattered by broken twigs

Commencing again when

Smalls are silenced by bigs

Movements as slow as moon

As private dreams profess

Standing on my mistakes

I can view my success 

Happiness always sleeps

Happiness always sleeps

In dreams not wanting wakes

We carry its slumber

Through blue skies to earthquakes 

It never asks or boasts

It is root and not leaf

It can’t be given but

Be vigilant of thief  

This does not catch your eye

This does not catch your eye

Like Rothko or Vermeer 

It is not Beethoven

Music to bend your ear

Nor is it movement like

Isadora and her dance

It’s closer to nature

Mere passing at a glance

In the cold and the crisp

In the cold and the crisp

Sunlight with mighty rays

Overexposed landscapes

Flashing like childhood days

Left to rummage through thoughts

For forgotten treasure

Only to discover

They no longer measure

The Overwhelm swelling

The Overwhelm swelling

My head between my legs

The dirty days of old

Germany and its dregs

Grifting and speaking of

Countries good for looting 

One promise likely kept

Fifth Avenue shooting 

Smaller steps but still bound

Smaller steps but still bound

Knowing very little

But able to manage

Better not so brittle

Is it just survival

Bread crumbs left out of need

Or have sparrows swooped in

And eaten them like seed

Cruelty without some

Cruelty without some

Comeuppance to correct

The bros are smirk smiling

Kindness being neglect 

Welcome signs with daisies

Smiles so easy and sweet

Until this topic flares

And they start to browbeat

With Joni’s Sweet Bird strums

With Joni’s Sweet Bird strums

Light reflecting on leaves

The World in such chaos

Hearts are dropping off sleeves 

In this glimmer of peace

Beauty beckons me back

The lights in the darkness

Are sought after not black

In the twilight flickers

In the twilight flickers

Your fleeting beauty flees

Lilac clouds going gray

Silver to black the trees

Please old friend do not go

My love is not resting

Setting generation

All of us past cresting

Born a rock in a glass

Born a rock in a glass

Where everyone can see

No matter how we’re turned

There’s no conformity 

It’s a truth in nature

Not ideology 

Real as mathematics 

As strange as judging three

No where near an ocean

No where near an ocean

This land locked pirate casts

Sights over cornfield waves

Telephone poles for masts

No home port or country

Is this even my time

Less the modern word, more

Ancient Mariner’s Rime

Tripping over shadows

Tripping over shadows

The baggage we have packed

Regret for words spoken

Or prejudice we backed

The best sunset will be

The first I cannot see

Our lives are one paper

Our own origami

The unexpected love

The unexpected love

A flash flood of feeling

The open and closing

The giving and stealing

To know I will carry

This mutual embrace

From moment to moment

Here to there, place to place

Anger no matter what

Anger no matter what

Choosing burning fuel

Listening then raging

In Christ, granting cruel

Dismount reality

To mount a unicorn

Lancing and judgmental 

With superior scorn

After turning all stones

After turning all stones

No wiser from exert

The cleansing of the hands

The removal of dirt

Off to other landscapes

Not conundrum quarry

Perhaps planting seed rows

And grow my own story

The clouds barely stirring

The clouds barely stirring

Fast cars running red lights

Flashes of fascism

And oligarchs with mights

Are in intersections

Ignoring traffic rules

No crossing guards or cops

No elephants or mules