An oceanic sky

An oceanic sky

The clouds passing below

The trees are stalactites

On red lights cars can go

Aid for billionaires who

Are hungry for more greed

In an upside down world 

It’s them we choose to feed

The skies are not blue and

The skies are not blue and

The clouds not pearly white

An ominous gloom more

Like a Halloween night

Where has my neighbor gone

Unmarked cars in a swarm

Indiscriminate seize

Just the start of a storm

Drowning in the plurals

Drowning in the plurals

No singularity

Tripping over thrice’s

Lacking sincerity

Everything is braided

This moment is not still

Chasing for this one thing

That will pour out and fill

Is it worth the wander

Is it worth the wander

An ocean at the end

Do we just turn around 

Or wade in the transcend

Is it worth the wonder

The shapely question mark ?

Girl with the pearl earring

An ear above the spark

So little and so much

So little and so much

Unaccountable days

Cornfields disappearing 

Cars in parking lots graze

Both prior and future

Look at the time in tow

Six months from winter no

Matter which way we go

The wind brushing beneath

The wind brushing beneath

White linen on clotheslines

Kicking rocks down the street

Sycamore sunlight shines

Not asking for reveals

No evidence of time

A small arc of the Earth

A sense of pi and prime

Hearing my own echo

Hearing my own echo

Self-awareness rebounds

Questioning my meaning

Improving when it flounds

And in the Overwhelm 

Many voices have say

I listen for chorus

Or random ricochet 

It escaped between us

It escaped between us

Like some poorly drawn sketch

Without hesitation 

Or intention to etch

But lightning to tree trunk

Consumptive line of fire 

I quickly withdrew and

Returned to my prior

Living in the fractions

Living in the fractions

The sun above still whole

A full summer season

The new out-sprinting ole

Leaves are excited for

Rain from blue clouds forming

Even the weakened tree

Rejoices in storming

Thankful for witnesses

Thankful for witnesses 

And too, my seeing eye

Safe harbor boats sharing

Our day journeys and sky

Knowing each other’s dreams

Play music for their dance

Listen to their feelings 

Without any advance

Waiting for the frontier

Waiting for the frontier

The land will not take me

The harsh realities

Will shape and remake me 

Change and acceptance of

Loss is not a lesser

Letting go does not mean 

I’m not the possessor 

Empty handed after

Empty handed after

Surrendering the chase

Sidelined by dreaming big

And not keeping the pace 

Accepting the outcome

The resilience award

But now a spent matchstick 

Back to the drawing board

Many dying in dust

Many dying in dust 

Sediment shoulders firm

Plastic plants in corners

Or cars left on the berm

Recalled experience 

No substitute for growth

Let’s open a window

A heart or mind or both

In this moment of We

In this moment of We

Two moths without a light

Touching without trying

In scribbles of our flight

Our wings with dust to dust

Weakened by each collide

Until darkness claimed us

The ultimate blindside

Was it just yesterday

Was it just yesterday

The last traces of snow

And only last week when

We flew kites and let go

Or we summered up north

Before the next school year

And kept dreams to ourselves 

Should naysayers be near

Unity does not mean

Unity does not mean

Uniformity must

Iron takes many forms

Molten, hardened and rust

Hillsides diverse with trees

Make a forest or woods

Decency is all the

Woulda’s, shoulda’s and could’s

No one was here to hear

No one was here to hear

Oak trees are on the ground

The evidence is clear

Even without a sound 

A fallen Greek column

I found your sawed up trunk

Or like the Titanic 

Less the ocean but sunk

Sirens as the rain falls

Sirens as the rain falls

A jet and train passing 

Cars rumble the steel plates

The rhythm amassing 

An old homeless person 

Waiting for a walk sign

Cornered on a corner

Like a coastal ridge pine

The underside of leaves

The underside of leaves 

Now the color of moon

Are waiting on storm clouds

A tarnished silver spoon

Skies blinking on and off

In the distance thunder 

Nesting on my fourth floor 

In Overwhelm wonder

Sunday’s best on Thursday

Sunday’s best on Thursday

Outside drinking a Coke

Waiting for an outcome 

In Canada fire smoke

A man with a gas can

A car on the roadside 

Traffic at a standstill 

As long as it is wide

Go to sleep and sleep well

Go to sleep and sleep well

Sixth sense or fifth season

No curtain calls but the

Seeds are loose and breezin’

Not a surrender and

I never was at war

Battlefield burials

Flower bulbs and no more

A struggle to express

A struggle to express 

Emotions in objects

These worthless souvenirs

Simple and yet complex

A part of you instilled 

Mere holding them revives

The joy and sentiments 

Voraciously survives

Lonely always has me

Lonely always has me

Self-comforting applause 

Sadness soothed by sighs or

Melancholy on pause

So much space between stars

Constellations are pearls

Not stranded on string but

Separated by hurls