Nothing’s wrong 
seldom is
but I 
retired from 
the wars
often wonder
if this 
now’s better 
nothing to 
do nowhere 
to go 
just this
and this 
then this 

I wonder if 
after a lifetime 
of love one 
settles in down
above or under 
the same or
if one rather 
than looking reaches
for not new
but the comfort 
of old familiar 
cup or glass 
fire and blanket 
spectacles and book
mind meant and 
set to wander 

This absent me
on forest floor 
but a shadow 
long in afternoon 
alongside towering friends 
I am dwarf
seen as wit
maybe flower maybe 
weed maybe humor 
but never human 
for to trees

I swim
in this 
no ripple 
pond back 
and forth
a glide
on top
a splash 
beneath I
am one 
with air
and water 
a bird
when within 
a mountain 
when out 

I can’t see
clouds at night 
just this dark 
funny thing clouds
they come they
go they hang
around and chill 
except at night 
if they do 
I don’t see
for I dream 
them I guess 
kinda like love 
and other things