MAGIC VOYAGE©

from the quietness of my room

to the depths of the evening sky

there is no transition

from my vantage there is no point

no Persian rug

that will supply

a magic voyage

to lands elsewhere

than the quiet

 that serves no person



LORD OF NOTHINGHAM©

THERE ARE BOSSES THAT FIGHT OVER TAXES

start wars, bully family beliefs, grant vacations

mine has stayed mostly out of sight

even out of mind

except at critical times

then inarguably in control

even over distressful objections

my boss has no name, no office, no sign on the door

is not male or female

and speaks no words

sometimes I am shocked, ashamed, disagree

we are not always at peace

but mostly I am in awe

grateful for what I could never invent

mathematics, the golden mean, beauty of ordered relations

all pale in comparison to what cannot be said

and these words?

aren't we laughing?



VISTA POINT©

AND THERE GOES

the color purple

can you imagine?

floating off

and there will be what is

right here

forget forever

there will be forgotten stockings we find

in places that defy logic

they can run, but . . .

and celery chewed will not ride a hobby horse

because it is more gently chewed

but because we just barely remember it

I remember tomorrow

don't you?

that's when we rode the purple sage and you

were the royal family

and he squeaked in the saddle

now isn't this more fun than poetry?

grand mountain vistas

will be gravel someday



THE CREEK TALKER©

flotsam and jetsam

how delicious the emptiness

yet it must be said

for those who wonder

we already are

what was sought

this simple secret

hidden in plain sight

for all to see

yet as the river rushes

people cling to trees

how sad

not to have encountered

that one selling water by the river

the boatman hawks his wares

saying

come one, come all

let's go, let's go

come along

to the other shore