I’m circling the wagons
Mystified by what’s happening
Here and across the
World everything just seems
About to boil over
I don’t know how
To stop the tsunami
I just one grain
Perhaps if I poke
And you poke and
They poke and then
Most everyone else pokes
Each little sand grain
Combined can stand together
And simply say no
We are not nothing
And can stop Armageddon
For if not us
Who they don’t care
Bourbon at attention
Cigar awaiting flame
Two things poised
Awaiting their consumption
Like two lovers
Trapped in time
Wondering if now
Will then be
When and where
How and whom
Times Square caught falling
Snow captured but not
On street or tongue
But the brushes tip
Dipped in the watercolor
How I now wonder
Does one capture snowflakes
Knowing that when done
They all but disappear
I don’t sleep enough
The night frightens. Me
An unusually warm winter
Beneath my heavy blanket
I huddle like mice
Waiting for it to
Break into the day
One of the worst
Parts of growing old
Is realizing the whys
Why this not that
Why where and when
And what and who
Things that roll forward
And then back slowly
Like the surf exposing
The shells of memory
