Maybe after all
that’s what it
is this life
hitched up to
a wagon and
tempted forward by
a carrot on
a stick further
along but never
any farther ahead
Thoughts
There’s a different
kind of loneliness
that I’ve felt
it’s the kind
where you’re seen
but never heard
my mind wanders
it looks under
nooks and crannies
it explores and
attempts to describe
and when at
last back I
come very few
I have found
have gone along
most many maybe
all have gone
and I’m left
alone more lonely
than ever before
alone I’ll be
with my thoughts
Harmony
Harmony is an
expression of peace
be it symphony
or a ditty
even a whistle
word or song
it is tactile
when touching something
expected to be
and always is
harmony lacks surprise
giving way to
a constant cycle
of clear certainty
there is no
chaos or question
in harmony but
rather well placed
pauses and rests
pieces of peace
dabbled in about
this little dance
Time
The light of
coffee known as
kitchen in winter
and dawn in
summer peeks around
corners and into
my bedroom doorway
it proposes that
perhaps it’s time
with its warm
yellow wash turning
dark into shadows
soon I say
once I rub
sleep from eyes
and remember feet
and that they
go under me
Times
Difficult times and
challenges make you
stronger and if
you’re really lucky
they will also
make you grateful
and that’s better
than almost anything