I hear that song
And think of you
Wherever that you are
Whomever you are with
The memories skeeter past
Like stones that skip
Across a languid lake
And disappear far yonder
Near the other bank
The far other side
Which I cannot reach
Until I myself become
A stone which dunks
Joy comes in flavors
Dark chocolate French vanilla
Mocha vanilla pistachio and
Strawberry I have tried
Them all believe me
I don’t prefer one
Over another I prefer
Them all with nuts
Of course my bad
Oh that was so
So very very bad
There is this distinction 
Of which I’m exploring
I’ll call it disconnection
We live in a
World of greed and
Selfishness of scarcity and
Desire yet one who
Wishes to promote selflessness
Often finds himself exhausted
Out there giving and
Offering and causing and
Trying to quench and
Feed people uncertain as
To what they want
Because they want everything
When the selfless person
Disconnects he himself doesn’t
Become selfish but rather
Available to those seeking
What he can offer
It promotes a sense
Of abundance for those
People looking for it
So I walked up
The mountain to talk
To the wise man
Upon my arrival and
Before I could speak
He launched into a
Litany of complaints about
A hundred different things
Finally I said geez
Old man you need
To get out more
He turned and said
And go where where
Does the wise man
Go to complain when
Everyone else comes to
Him to complain perhaps
You should stay there
As I stay here
And figure yourself out
As I do too
He makes me happy
He brings out the
Boy in me and
I bring out the
Man in him an
Elusive exchange of roles
One that provides memory
And one that provides promise
One that allows recollection
Of happier easier times
One that affords hope
For a better tomorrow
Our own time machine
