ItsThis

There is one

Thing that every

Living thing does

At least once

And it’s not

The thing that

You’re thinking now

But perhaps it’s

The thing that

You’re doing now

It’s this smile

SkinnyBranches

Way out here

Is the roost

Of few things

Namely angels and

Ideas and aviary

Simply because from

Here one does

One of two

Things take flight

Or fall flatly

Both are marvelous

Because it’s only

Here out on

The skinny branches

Can miracles happen

Wishing (to Bean)

Imagine being a

Fish that just

Took the bait

And is being

Reeled in while

Seeing an eagle

Over head and

Wishing if I

Must be caught

Why couldn’t it

Be up there

Soaring rather than

Way down here

In a boat

Wading

It is in

These wee cool

Hours before dawn

While I wade

In the shallows

Of my emotions

And feel the

Small fish and

Salamanders nip and

Brush against me

Tickling and dancing

Knowing they are

There simply by

Feeling them near

Isn’t that love

Curiosity and happenstance

And the chance

Of brief affection

Let those come

And touch you

Always

All I can

Promise you my

Young friend is

Nothing more than

Me to simply

Be your shadow

Even at night

Just close your

Eyes and I’m

Right with you

Have no fear

Because I’m here