This is not 
how I expected 
it to look 
but I’m very 
glad that it
looks like this 
and that’s all 
I can say 
about everything else 
including just this 
about being that

I don’t know 
how people get 
to where they 
go likely by
accident for who
really knows which
direction is best 
isn’t life just 
a crap shoot 
the simple avoidance 
of another mistake 

There it is
that call or
sound come hither
or stay away 
for this middle 
is no place 
yet I tread
here in place 
no real direction 
besides dangerously down 
to the sound 
I go for 
what else beckons 

Ah that hill
same damn hill
that I find
or finds me 
this time of
year looming through 
fog’s dense desire
before I’d knowing
that I shouldn’t 
like someone reaching 
out into darkness 
but this year 
I chose to 
go around rather 
than up for 
up never got 
me to the 
top but rather 
to the bottom 
but going around 
well looky here 
the other side 

If I could 
I’d wrap this 
giving it to 
others but like 
the breeze or
the falling stars
or even the 
rain or snowflakes 
I can’t catch 
so rather let 
me say that 
if I could 
wrap peace and 
good will to 
all I would 
and give it
especially to you