No more mystery 
any more than 
snow or rain 
that comes from 
clouds just a 
tiny round about 
circle and circle 
until one goes 
one way and 
the other another 
the entrance becomes 
an exit and 
the exit entrance 
so it goes 
like little marbles 
this quiet game 

To get 
is to
give first 
abundance works 
on the 
principle of
making room 
for things 
to go 
so that 
things come 

A tree
hollowed out
by time 
looking to
be strong 
but knowing 
that roots 
won’t hold
and nothing 
can fill 
time’s emptiness 

Some might 
see how 
far as
fallen but 
I see 
how far 
as come 

I dog have 
have grown weary 
of this game 
throw a ball 
or a stick 
off I go
bring it back 
but no further 
do I get 
beyond here and 
then over there 
and back again 
I’ve begun to 
wonder what’s there
beyond where the 
ball or stick
lands knowing that 
one day soon
I’ll keep running 
and find out