I no longer desire
Yearn or long for
Like a phonograph needle
That has found its
Groove after years of
Skipping I can at
Last and once again
Hum those deliciously high
Notes and whiskered snares
And plucked bass lows
Of early morning jazz
I no longer desire
Yearn or long for
Like a phonograph needle
That has found its
Groove after years of
Skipping I can at
Last and once again
Hum those deliciously high
Notes and whiskered snares
And plucked bass lows
Of early morning jazz
And like the leaf
That blew far away
From the forest I’ve
Spent time wondering where
And how but knowing
That if I did
Then surely more have
And surely more will
When yesterday one did
And that one meant
More to me than
Any forest ever could
Knowing where one belongs
Is different from knowing
Ones place admitting what
Makes one sing is
More important than being
Able to sing being
Comfortable with nearly nothing
Is oftentimes calmer than
Seeking everything happiness should
Be spelt happeness for
I have found my
Greatest happiness when things
That make me happiest
Naturally quietly simply happen
I’m no longer afraid
Or angry oh yes
I retreated into myself
When like a turtle
I’d been touched too
Often by unfamiliar hands
But now time passed
And out I come
No longer wishing to
Impress but be impressed
Like a tarnished penny
Full of glee at
The sight of newly
Minted and shiny pennies
Oh aren’t they beautiful
I no longer wished
That life vying and
Betting on the unknown
What once had been
Sputtered and lurched like
A car out of
Petro in the desert
Now stranded does one
Return to what’s known
What never really was
Or move on into
The what might be