Surely Good to Simply Sit & Listen

The lovely songs of birds just chatting

—such delight in being. The various leaf

each tree sports, a lovely lace lifted

skyward in today’s gentle breezes


Off in the distance, acres away

the machine noises of man

(human ex machina)


The throated throttle of

single-engine aero plane

a piper cub perhaps

Its novice pilot

clocking hours


The soft cry of something well hid

The near-explosive silence of sunshine

Such pangs of joy

Another time-less moment

caught in blue & green

& all the other colors of so many things

in this world: tree trunk, roof, flowers

& red plastic cup


A melody of insects – just before

the show begins again


Let not the ache in my foot

or the favoring of my right hip

(injured so foolishly a few years ago)

curtail any of this move from mind to heart



You Got to Watch Out For

Who is telling you what, and should you believe them

or not (in terms of fact not opinion)


Who attempts to control the language

and therefore one’s freedom of expression


Who said they’d always be yours

but left a long time ago with no good-byes


What the opposition does to secure seats in Congress

and to buy up all the local elections


What the polls say, and what the rest of the Europeans

are doing to deal with the Brexit


What goes on globally

as well as locally


Where the wild animals might be pushing their limits

Where one’s child is…even if one is in paradise

Where the heart actually leads you in this tough life


When the calendar indicates it’s time to pay the rent

or get the healthcare payments in by the first


When to wake, when to eat, when to brush your teeth

When to “drop the dime” and make the call


When it is your turn to scrub the floor

and take out the garbage – yes, your turn!


How to keep loving – even those who hate

How to keep at it despite all else failing

How to keep on staying free

Meditation on Good Friday

Politicians ask why is everyone so angry

I’m not angry. I’m fed up – a big difference


If y’all been doing y’alls job all along

Rather then getting all doctrinal

People’d be fed, sheltered and happy


So if y’all would just shut the hell up

And put your shoulder to the wheel


We might get back to some important stuff

Taking care of all and each other blissfully

I Used to Pray Now I Write


May all gods turn out to be strong and mindful

Merciful and understanding of the ways of humankind


The things I did that hobble me still, the killings

around the world according to today’s news

the lovers betrayed, the followers misled

the carelessness of doing what you got to do


To live free of hate is not easy. To keep at it

is difficult – dare to struggle, dare to win!


Trouble keeps occurring. We get better at see-

ing it coming, limiting the damage, and

quickening the clean up. Getting back

to normal is the new norm now


But that is not enough – we have to get

at the dark heart of humanity and love it

Disappearing Act

Of all the thoughts racing through my mind in the last five minutes drying myself off after an afternoon shower, I held on to nothing. I’ve no idea what certifications I’ve acquired. We move on and take other peoples’ places. There will come the time when I walk through this door and cannot walk right in as if I live here.

Most of us are just visiting this planet but still some belong here, and don’t go much beyond the earth and air, fire and rain when it’s their turn to die. I remain unsure of my destiny.

The only rush I’m in is to move to Earlysville Forest. My focus is on unpacking all the moved boxes. And once settled, figuring out how to configure the gardens. There is no golden beauty at the top of these steps I trudge in dreams of ancient castle towers, yet I continue.

Where I live on this planet turns away from the sun, rotating me and my fellow citizens into darkness, another night filled with wonder, a little attempt at capturing some worthy meaning. The last angle of light blinds me, so I turn away too, but just for a minute or two.

Soon I’ll be leaving this bit of earth and moving a few hundred miles south. I’ll see what powers I lose, what new ones I might gain.

Meanwhile I sit on the back deck among the gold leaved trees and the bright oranges and red ones among them. In this moment of forever, the neighbor’s dog comes out and barks. It’s looking right at me. I point skyward at the prop-plane passing overhead, my intrusion sucked up by its wing glint of sunlight. The dog goes back around the corner.

Even if I tell you to

Don’t ever leave me alone

Please don’t ignore my words


I won’t leave you

Even if you tell me to


This pact made honorably, foolishly, and habitually

between so many people in all of the tribes

Such love, such confusion


All is wet. The trees splashed in autumn

The sky a milky background adrift

in thirty-five mile an hour wind gusts


Not everywhere – yet certainly around a big area

But the point is that by now even that moment

that singular view is gone. All vows as well


Perhaps. Ah, the great perhaps!

Trees swirl, and colder winds blow in


Blather of Sorts

This is, by all accounts, a magical story. Great riches and greater horrors occur and reoccur. The teller is privy to the games the mind plays. A favorite song of the teller’s, “You Are My Sunshine,” could be hummed at any point in this story, so hold on: C/C7/G/F!

Also. Don’t forget that whole cultures are in the process of change; it could be difficult to hang on to never mind even find what is useful. The teller tells the warriors “Titan up.” To the Quartermasters the teller reminds, “Don’t ignore the Trojans. Be safe!”

What might have happened beyond the obvious to Malcolm Brighton, Pamela Brown, and Rodney Anderson aboard the “Free Life” on that blue-skied September day in 1970 remains a mystery. Their flight to freedom could be part of this magical story.

Hungry brains like Ginkgo bilboa, Bacopa monnieri, huperzine A, and Phosphatidylserine according to a site on the Internet. As for cholesterol, it is the size and number of the particles that is now seen as important to a proper diagnosis.

Like most magical stories can, this one makes things disappear.