No mistakes ever 
happen now or 
later but only 
before because errors 
are never seen 
but only remembered 

I’m a cow
standing and chewing 
nary a care
in the world 
until that is
clouds begin growing 
on the horizon 
each one darker
and wider until 
they stretch beyond 
side to side 
and then me
and my friends 
make a run 
for it but 
not away together 
but towards because 
we know that 
storms need time 
to grow stronger 
and meeting them 
when they’re weaker 
means less rain 

There’s a simple 
truth hanging around 
out there somewhere 
just beyond and 
under your nose 
where you least
expect and always 
the last place 
you’d ever look 
the simple Universal 
truth is that 
someone always will 

A wisp moment 
maybe something more 
but likely not 
a reference reflection
something that’s caught 
or seen or
quickly spied upon 
maybe even spotted 
puff of smoke 
a warm breeze 
these are things 
that make me 
who I’ve become 
nothing more and 
frequently even less 

I follow 
the path
of routine 
and discipline 
for its 
bounty brings 
peace and 
quiet comfort