Most people don’t 
want to think 
they would rather 
be told what 
to think for 
thinking requires reason 
and being told 
requires practically none 

My favorite toy
even now after 
all these years 
a snow globe 
watching the flakes 
swirl and dance 
so slowly dropping 
at characters feet
and this too
then why I
enjoy making coffee 
in French presses 
grounds you know 
are the stories 
of one’s life 
and like flakes 
fall making brew
and other concoctions 

I can count 
on the moon
and the sun
but the other 
heavenly bodies that 
appear and disappear 
no I cannot 
if caught perhaps 
if seen then
something as brief 
as a streak 
might bring meaning 
to my life 

Day after one 
day before another 
on we go 
into the season 
put away one 
take out others
so we go
getting home and 
our spirits ready 
dreams of things 
glad tidings and 
all good will
for at least 
one more month 

It’s funny now 
that I’m alone 
and listen to 
others talk about 
how tired they 
are of family 
at this time 
of holiday nights 
I sit here 
wishing that I 
had just one 
more hour with 
mine for all
of the days 
they’ve been gone