Stop looking for
Whatever it is
But rather invite
It to come
Be a mystery
In which someone
Else can solve
Category: Creativity
Promised
Knowing one’s truth
Allows for courage
Reveals divine clarity
Admits your humility
Affords you life
And guarantees peace
This is promised
By the Universe
It’sMorning
There is something about
The last bit of
Night the cracker crunch
Of brittle snow beneath
Feet the cold ache
Of arthritic car doors
And the growling of
Icy tired car engines
That reminds me of
Morning and as the
World starts its march
You slide in beside
Me warm and fresh
Like a Turkish towel
And wrap your arms
Around me like a
River otter to offspring
As your hair fresh
From water and lavender
Tickles my nose a
Kiss lands upon my
Lips like an envelope
Slid through the mail
Slot softly floating to
The floor signaling me
That today is here
MorningJazz
I no longer desire
Yearn or long for
Like a phonograph needle
That has found its
Groove after years of
Skipping I can at
Last and once again
Hum those deliciously high
Notes and whiskered snares
And plucked bass lows
Of early morning jazz
OneLeafTwo (for Miles)
And like the leaf
That blew far away
From the forest I’ve
Spent time wondering where
And how but knowing
That if I did
Then surely more have
And surely more will
When yesterday one did
And that one meant
More to me than
Any forest ever could
