My favorite ones 
are delicate ones 
be they bubbles 
baubles or bumbles
for each in
their very own
oft simple way 
bring to me 
and to mind 
the quietest kind 
of tickling joy
which I know 
now as glee
and glee at
least to me 
is the laughter
of the cherubs 

I missed
the sunrise 
deciding to 
dream late
about you 
day will
as day
always does 
but dreams 
of you 
well they
rarely do 

And in summer 
when such things 
slow even touch 
flowers having bloomed 
bask in sunlight 
and even rain 
enjoys its dance 
summer is when 
kisses come in 
parks and beaches 
and boats that 
slide across ponds
promises made then
last little longer 
summer is when 
dreams come true 

Gaining ones independence 
whether from tyranny 
outside limiting freedoms 
or from tyranny 
inside limiting expression 
is an age 
old struggle not 
limited to humans 
for even animals 
shed themselves of
things no longer 
deemed necessary horns
cocoons skin domestication 
I suggest that 
we take examples 
from animal brethren 
when we determine 
whether to remain 
or remove and
move forward anew
at the highest 
price of uncertainty 

So this is 
peace this absence 
of uncertainty this 
quiet comfort and 
this lack and 
this absolute emptiness 
and this clarity 
where everything is 
as it is 
a certain distance 
but not indifferent 
just not invested 
or involved a
summer day a
spring shower a
shooting star a
winter snow all
wrapped into one