Left to experiment

Left to experiment 

Little of this or that

Unexpected results

A butterfly or gnat

Envelopes of days here

Curiosity street

Ruffles in the cosmos

Just waiting to be pleat

Feeling so far removed

Feeling so far removed 

Ladeling yesterdays

Tangents and concentrics

Parting separate ways

My own changes within

Rising from the Orlop

Steady footed, surer

Intensified unstop

My Good Samaritan

My Good Samaritan 

Freely opened the door

After hearing a plea

That I couldn’t ignore

I allowed this pirate

Set anchor in my heart

They only saw value 

And not beauty and Art

The words not finding air

The words not finding air

Paper airplanes grounded

In the belly of stars

I’m left here dumbfounded

Living in the circles

Time cornered and punching

The restless unresolved 

The purpose pure hunching

Waiting for the next storm

Waiting for the next storm

Like an aging oak tree

The storm that will topple

Me horizontally 

The blue jay and the crow

Completely unaware

But the woodpecker knows

And truly doesn’t care

My mother bearing gifts

My mother bearing gifts

With her inward cyclop

Her love paint by number

Her heart in an icebox

Absence of empathy

Arms hugging like a web

From the day I was born

In the cold month of Feb

No cloud breaks edge to edge

No cloud breaks edge to edge

A minimalist gray

And the silver lining

Is matte graphite and fray

A dip into puddles

Can the ripples show light

Like breaking waves behind

A large vessel at night