Focus on one 
one thing one 
moment one task 
just one person 
one place and 
just one purpose 
all else are
distractions and drama 
and chaos impeding 
for the purpose 
of denying destroying 
and delaying progress 
peace and mindfulness 
then be brought
by just one 
being itself present 

The ocean doesn’t 
change very much 
nor the beach
they’re out there 
or near here 
but besides being 
blue or green 
or white or 
beige they don’t 
oh but mountains 
those behemoths of
rock and ascent 
they certainly do
and forever will 
with snowy peaks 
and frosted foothills 
and little bits
of green between 

If it
were simple
the things 
that remained 
wouldn’t be 
they’d go 
the same 
way as 
those difficult 
and dinosaurs 

Oh abyss
dear void
why must 
you tease
me so
promising an 
interested ear
but never 
a nod
or notice 
of anything 
I’ve said 
I’m going 
to make 
my way 
over to 
the canyon 
he always 
echoes back 

Today feels like 
someone took a
hammer to the 
mirror I am 
sending pieces of 
me in all
directions and rather 
than gathering the 
random pieces together 
I see my
reflection or a 
bit of it
in each one