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
Category: Poetry
Abundance
To get
is to
give first
abundance works
on the
principle of
making room
for things
to go
so that
things come
Hollow
A tree
hollowed out
by time
looking to
be strong
but knowing
that roots
won’t hold
and nothing
can fill
time’s emptiness
Far
Some might
see how
far as
fallen but
I see
how far
as come
Ball
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