I cannot carry these

I cannot carry these

Dreams heavier than hope

Up insurmountable 

Beyond the dawn wall slope

Yet what am I if I

Abandoned these ideals

Mustard seeds are mountains 

Not just zeniths but feels

Elephants in the room

Elephants in the room

Above like counting sheep

Too massive and weighty

I couldn’t fall asleep 

Body locked and fearful 

Asking for it to stop

Childhood years questioning 

How come they did not drop

Pinned to a clothesline while

Pinned to a clothesline while

Pigeons circle through space

A wave leaving ocean

But tugged back into place

Unhappiness takes us

To uproot or repeat

To redwood or bonsai

Home is in our two feet

Twilight melancholy

Twilight melancholy 

Did the clouds stop moving 

The verbs becoming nouns

Only us refusing

Everything now postcards

That never reach the mail

Lullaby overwhelm

An abandoned sand pail

Incomplete yet proper

Incomplete yet proper

A barn without a roof

At the crossroads of Not

Abandonment is proof

Not threading or knotting

The fish slips from the hook

Everything was given

But not more than was took

Sunlight is not witness

Sunlight is not witness

Nor shadows at our feet

The wind cannot carry

The wishes we repeat

The past is not waiting 

Behind us on the street

The future is just an

Unknown we have to meet

Here in the greatest flood

Here in the greatest flood

Tsunami phones in hand

Walden’s Pond mindset is

Too far from understand

Connected but not one

Fractions fighting for might

Cannot see the forest

When the trees are in blight

Precious and meaningless

Precious and meaningless 

Cherished cheap souvenirs 

Time compression to coins

In currency of Here’s

Still holding penny thoughts

So few fluent in why

These moment monuments

No one else wants to buy

Greater understanding

Greater understanding 

From vines to espalier

Confusion unraveled

Order on full display

The power in calmness

By turning on a light

Then taking two steps back 

And knowing not to fight

Overwhelms embracing

Overwhelms embracing 

Deep Pacific Oceans 

Venus flytraps closing

Barely touched by motions

Landscapes are envelopes 

Sealed with white clouds and sun

Beauty basking until

The Overwhelm is done

The madness continues

The madness continues 

Disinformation reigns

Lies are commodities 

Truth is blasted with stains

How angry we’ve become

People fed fisted lies

Billionaires with bullion

Immigrants in zip ties 

In the end they’re just dreams

In the end they’re just dreams

No foot or finger prints

Near weightlessness like light

Changing our very tints

Possessing them with pride

Empty suitcase it seems

Daily round trip travel

In the end they’re just dreams

Born without arsenal

Born without arsenal

And “no” not an option

Questioning if I was

An unloved adoption

A charm on a bracelet

Striving for the locket

Instead gemstones picked out

Pockmarked and bare socket

A sadness in parting

A sadness in parting

Sadness for brevity

Richer for the moments 

And our longevity 

The climate keeps changing

And our pans full of gold

Whenever together

Not left out in the cold

Solitary in sun

Solitary in sun

And the sidewalks are long

Cars passing left and right

My a cappella song

Finding definitions 

The mica in granite

Discarding projections

Boundaries are candid

Not sensing completion

Not sensing completion 

A river without mouth

Although the physical 

Is slightly heading south

Seeking confluences 

And greater depth and wide

Languid in the vigor

That rocks me side to side

Removing the fence posts

Removing the fence posts

The rails have long been gone

But these markers wedged deep

Need more effort and brawn

Now time to do the work

Having grown strong and brave

These dots on the landscape

Will get more than a shave

There is no cloud cover

There is no cloud cover 

Thoughts have nowhere to end

If you are not stopping

Should any star befriend 

Into greater darkness

Beyond our comprehend

But the moon tugs at me

An ocean wave append

Too much sunshine shining

Too much sunshine shining 

The leaves are curling brown

Autumns are long summers

Blankets must be turned down

Still shorter days shorten

The calendar days fly

And some in disbelief 

Refuse to answer why

Answers come from the fields

Answers come from the fields

Or long stretches of sand

The motions of oceans

Can be waves in the hand

And the bowl of the sky

Can rain or shine with clues

The road and the bramble 

Or in each other’s shoes