Zip I do
dash I must 
wheels instead of 
feet I move 
like a robot 
knowing my routine 
dance I can’t 
for these wheels 
know no rhythm 
besides gaily round 

If I 
could look 
beyond you 
I’d see
nothing for 
who can 
look into 
one’s star
and see
very far 

Blue touches black 
touches white bleeding 
brown and gray 
and white such
are the watercolors 
of day here 
splashes speckled that
stand still like 
art in galleries 
doing nothing more 
than representing life 
and the mountains 
of you before 
them turning and
rising as though 
the plates of 
you are born

After only after 
what I’d thought 
was meant to 
comfort actually suffocated 
and like the
pillow finally lifted 
letting me breathe 
I see now 
breathe now the 
air that so
long was missing 
filling my lungs 

This before then
now not later
I have before 
all else stirs
and the water
of day murkies
with the cacophony 
of trite banter 
here now at
low tides edge 
I see the 
shells and glass
and creepy crawly
little crabs of
my dreams seeking 
the needed night