Thinking (to Zaire)

I think I

Think that I

Think too much

Thinking I think

That thinking this

And thinking that

I think makes

Thinking I think

Thoughtless

Where as trusting

That me untrusting

You with trusting

Me trusts that

These things that

I think that

I think thinking

Turns this thinking

Into untrusting thoughtless

Thinking I think

ThrowingSticks

I told you

Things because you

Asked and now

Like a dog

On a leash

I feel you

Pulling away seeking

Freedom let you

Go I did

But rather than

Run like a

Dog at last

Free you picked

Up my secrets

Like a stick

And brought them

Back to me

Wagging and jumping

Saying in your

Tender playful voice

Throw me another

Now I know

Why you pull

It’s not to

Run away but

Rather to retrieve

What’s meaningful to

You bringing it

Back to me

UsAsAlgebra (for Cookie)

When I think

I’m thinking you

Like a child

Flummoxed by an

Algebra assignment told

That this goes

With that I

Drift instead wondering

Do we and

Not these belong

Together because as

Teaching taught us

We do not

Yet we do

Do belong together

Then like that

Child forced to

Understand it clicks

A times B

Does equal AB

Me times you

Does equal us

When I think

Of that of

Us I smile

FishermanTrout (to Cookie)

And as I

Step slowly into

The cold swirling

Currents atop one

Slick stone then

Another until I

Am thigh high

In uncertainty I

Reach back reach

Forth back and

Forth whipping the

Line and landing

It delicately upon

The surface letting

It hang there

Like my tentative

Hello wondering if

You this you

A shimmering trout

In a river

Of revelers will

Take the fly

And rather than

Run away from

Me instead swim

Closer shoulder to

Shoulder eye to

Eye whispering hi

There fly fisherman

You’ve caught me

Fancy a drink

Ending one circle

Of life and

Beginning quite another

MyFishermen (for Cookie)

I don’t rely

On inspiration but

Rather upon others

There are and

Have been in

My life a

Very few that

Like a fisherman

Reeling in a

Swordfish allowing it

To struggle and

Fight trying to

Flee and eventually

Caught pull the

Words from me

Like that hook

That I took

In order for

Me to be

And they being

Who they are

Resulting in these

Things called poetry

It is they

That make me

And not me

That make them