Not at the beginning

Not at the beginning 

The owl on my shoulder

Still wading in lessons

To learn when I'm older

On a trajectory 

Whisper becoming shout 

Seeking a lullaby

Cymbals and drums drown out

Is this my Both Sides Now

Is this my Both Sides Now

Today my tide is out

Once flooded and thirsty

Now, empty shells about

Beyond introspection

The humanity net

Walking the ocean floor

This time not getting wet

In the denseness of days

In the denseness of days
And short circuiting nights
Finding a perspective
To minimize my plight

Smiling with Down’s Syndrome
Or facing some folly
The impaired crossing streets
Cancels melancholy

Past, present and future

Past, present and future
Photographs, distant parts
Holding hands this moment
Seeking Hope in our hearts

Racing for the tassels, yet
Knowing the eternal
Will bring a dark abyss
To grind down our kernel

Looking for the commas

Looking for the commas
To make sense of the mess
Too much information
Not progress but digress

How to connect the dots
Create constellations
Simplicity of stars
Circumvent frustration

Cutting down the forest

Cutting down the forest
To plant a row of trees
Organizing the wild
Passion just to self-please

Losing the organic
Not letting nature change
The upkeep exhausting
For gardens on the range

Breaking the breakers or

Breaking the breakers or

Gravitational pull 

Releasing the anchor 

And the moon that is full 

Freedom is a frontier 

Uncharted and diverse 

It is abstract and wild 

And not measured in verse