Sunset

There are days 
such as this
when I want
all to do
is wander through
the grounds groves
and greenery and
feast on the
succulent fruits of
my labor instead
here I sit
on the back
porch of my
life watching sunset

Gate

Every little thing 
that I’ve bought
for my home
in the last
three years are
like stones that
I have found
along the path
of my life
and gathered together
and placed one
atop the other
making the gate
that welcomes guests

Mirror

They said that 
they saw how
we looked at
each other as
though we were
looking through to
the other side
I guess maybe
that’s what love
really is then
a mirror to
the transparent soul

Puzzles

I do puzzles 
not the box
or book kind
the people kind
the clock kind
watching to see
just what it
is that makes
someone else tick
studying to find
the soft spot
that one piece
that will make
the others fail

Echo

From some far
off place a
voice weakly calls
and my weakness
which I’d thought
was a strength
wrings with a
familiar haunting toll
whether heralding danger
or some reminder
that the time
of worship is
nigh I turn
away and walk
forward never back
knowing that it’s
just an echo
of something said
many years ago