CarefulWhat

When one gets 
what one wants
getting isn’t nearly
as satisfying as
say wanting it
There’s something factual
in having something
Whereas wanting swims
in desires pool
it’s nebulous prone
to morphing changing
depending upon mood
That is why
said the genie
to the waif
Know precisely what
before you wish
for once granted
one forever has
And having is
worse than not

ArtOfOld

Imagine a life with 
little or nothing except
insight and wisdom maybe
a very few comforts
a bit of this
a bit of that
but not nearly enough
to put together even
a simple recipe whether
it be meatloaf or
relationship so now what
Imagination the idea of
making due with what
one has and when
what has is insight
and wisdom everything else
becomes exactly what it
is meant to be
And not what it
was ever supposed to

NewOldBetter

I’d all but forgotten 
having when I had
and now without I’m
realizing what little I
have now the busyness
of accumulation is for
the young and lives
at the end resemble
land fills having far
too much of everything
except the important things
We lose track of
what’s important when we’re
gathering having and keeping
But old is old
and new is new
and new becomes old
and old becomes better

MorningSmile

And on this chilly 
Denver morning while sipping
coffee I watch as
the sun rises against
the mountains creating deep
indentations of the crevasses
the darkest of deep
which sunlight doesn’t reach
much like the light
of your morning smile
missing the pain of
our fight last night

FoggyBialys

I awoke to fog
certainly in my mind
but outside as well
And like my mind
things I held familiar
disappeared behind the curtain
like a child playing
Eventually coffee and sun
seared off remaining gloom
and I spied you
emerging from Denver’s despair
bag of bialys and
jam in hand waving
across the parking lot
good morning handsome man