If one 
were true
there would 
be no
need for 
lies a
wheel that
is needs
no pedal 
to turn 

*sigh think
look far
off afield 
at nothing 
but wonder
feel breeze
bringing better 
sun creeps 
past eaves 
its warmth 
adds hope 
it’s quiet 
this wandering 
and waning 
summer afternoon 

Interesting when
nothing’s wrong 
something needs 
to be 
rather than 
sitting in
quiet peace 
toes dipping 
softly in
the mind
races like 
squirrels knowing 
where nuts 
might be 
they must 
be aren’t 
they here
though huh

Distracted like 
a dog 
hearing engines
and wondering 
if Bobby’s
finally home 
like a
student looking 
one way 
then another 
for the 
postman knowing 
the letter 
is near
like a 
lover listening 
to the 
shower curtains 
swoosh and 
hairbrush knowing 
that deliciousness 
is nigh

We are mirrors 
simply reflecting back 
what is before 
for no one 
is really interested 
in ever peeking 
around back to 
see who’s this 
curious glass hiding