I’m just 
a guy
who had
a dream 
one that 
stayed out 
there beyond 
calling me 
little butterflies 
and hummingbirds 
and the 
sun that 
peeked from 
behind clouds 
I can 
and will 

I’ll take 
a moment 
maybe two 
give me 
a handful 
for here
is where
I want 
to be 

We often 
need one 
to find 
the other 
for without 
the first 
we don’t 
know if
the second 
even exists 

What’s done 
is done 
and what’s 
over is
over there’s 
too much 
living left 
to do 

My one thing 
to do is
write not love 
but love I
do that too 
not sing but 
songs I sing 
not run for 
stroll will do 
mostly I sit
and quietly wander 
watching the rest