Forever ends today

Forever ends today 

So many of my days

Blank canvases again

My own parting of ways

Racing to get ahead

Did not make better time

Here I am standing still

With gesso as my prime

Curiosity has

Curiosity has

Dirt underneath its nails

The inquisitive peak

The ask beyond the rails

The artist and process

Inspirational spark

Imagination that

Illuminates the dark

Days of polka and fugue

Days of polka and fugue

Moonlight Sonata yearn

The tug of war ropes that

Blister, rip through and burn

Remember apple mulch

We spread on tree acres

Our corner of the world

Where we were caretakers 

Too many broken things

Too many broken things

Don’t lose a drop of milk

No ripples in water

Like tousled yards of silk

Seeking new not repair

Another cornerstone 

Rugs like Rocky Mountains

Life in precipice zone

Too many canals dug

Too many canals dug

Duty and the bent head

Pages written bluster

Majority unread

Hourglasses are making

Sand art of our days whence

Gravity pulling grains

As displaced air assents

My prized possession is

My prized possession is

Rooted deep in my heart

It is the pi of love

Forever from the start

It thrives in light or shade

Everyday a new shoot

It arches high and low

Both net and parachute

Closer to privilege

Closer to privilege 

Having little support

Allowing and mixing

My own clay in the thwart

Growth in frontiers without

Fences or rails and posts

By dressing my own wounds 

And confronting all ghosts

The universe cycles

The universe cycles

From birth to death to birth

All is temporary 

Our sun and planet Earth

We funnel in and then

Funnel out again new

The black holes and red dots

Each a probable clue

In some random future

In some random future

An accidental turn

We may come face to face

The stagnant and the learn

Your opinions unchanged

You may say they’re unmatched

I have left the nest while

You’re eggs are still unhatched

Blustering winds are here

Blustering winds are here

Magnolias too soon

The late days of winter

The occasional June

Soldiers of Vietnam

Bouchard on my wrist cuff

We say never forget

Not enough is enough

Our dreams blow across these

Our dreams blow across these

Zen-less gardens unraked 

They can be planted here

Regardless of mistake

Wise children learn to cope

We bloom in the hardest

Aloe to ourselves when

We are Avant-gardist

The snow shovel now rake

The snow shovel now rake

Last year’s leaves still linger

Giving Spring a handshake

Counting change, each finger

Time again moves quickly

The trotting robin’s urge

Gathering the fragments

Without sensing the purge

Somewhere north of Canal

Somewhere north of Canal

Before the tourists creep

Out from their hotels to

Parade and purchase cheap

In front of three traders

Elbowing holding styles

To their joy and laughter

I gave them each free smiles

Arrived and still longing

Arrived and still longing

Living in the almost

Unquenched by the here and

A thirst for the utmost 

Now happy in rural

The butterfly flight path

Far from sidewalks, the loom

And the abacus math

Our brief flowers and stems

Our brief flowers and stems

Hand printed hieroglyphs

Spores of our present breath

Before stone monoliths

Fruition or rhizomes 

Solitary or clump

The vertical forest

To fallen tree and stump

Morning left the fog here

Morning left the fog here

I watch it as it moves

Across rigid skylines

And building window grooves

Remember our bright day

I’m unwrapping this gift

To weather this weather

Until the fog has lift

Grandiose helium

Grandiose helium

Your need to touch the sky

The ego inflated

Draws in the passerby 

Here in the open air

On feet not meant to fly

Your helium balloon

Grows smaller to my eye 

Curiosity strikes

Curiosity strikes

Exploration fish nets

Unknowns becoming known 

From the action of let’s

Why’s and wise are in chord

Mysteries we can solve

Your ocean, my ocean

One water will evolve

From concentric to skew

From concentric to skew

The kudzu vine ripped out

The sunlight again shines

The leaves about to sprout

Years under the carpet

Eggshells turned to powder

From valley to alpine

Our shout is now louder