A little of a
lot is still more
than missing it all 
this thinking that most 
is better than some 
makes me wonder why 
you created yourself to 
be so grand that 
nothing or no one 
no matter how hard 
they try or how 
much they work or 
how much they give 
will ever be enough 
and who’s problem is 
it anyway when the 
potter threw the clay
onto the wheel thinking 
I’ll make it really 
big to hold more

This wee hour 
when lights before 
meant to shine 
so sleepily dim
having done their 
job of showing 
pass the day
off to sun
who marches in 
saying it’s okay 
boys I’ll take 
if from here 

We are shoelaces 
two ends of 
the same middle 
sometimes tied nicely 
together in bow
like rabbit ears
or loop hoop
while others we’re
left to dangle 
be stepped upon 
dirtied and frayed 
if we’re replaced 
we’re replaced as
one for two 
we’ll only be 
at the end 

If something exists 
but doesn’t work 
for you or
doesn’t achieve results 
that you like 
you can hardly 
ever blame it
you simply refuse 
to use it 
for its intended 
purpose but rather 
than admitting that 
it is red
you insist that 
it is blue 
see my point 
things only are
what they are 
and never what 
we hope or
want or wish 
them to be 

There is something 
about the harp
that upon hearing 
soothes my mind 
it’s as though 
the strings of 
Heaven are saying 
to my heart 
just love son
and in that
you’ll find happiness