I island
and note
in bottle
cast into 
ocean to 
be taken 
discovered again 
and again 
on my
different coasts
is this 
to mean 
it belongs 
or I 

A flower doesn’t 
know that soon
it will wilt
but rather it
continues to reach
towards the sun 
take a lesson 
from the flowers 
the sun is 
and always will 
be high above 
and that too
is where we 
strive to go 
think not then 
of the ground 

Tis tsk twas
snaps of tongue 
itty bitty clicks
chosen over bites
and bitter nips
biting my ankle 
begging for attention 
and when given 
quickly running away 
what is this 
hide and seek 
make yourself known 
stand your ground 
and ask me 
but no just 
coy and demure 
and hardly deserving
be gone gnat
though natty nattering
on about importance 

New always comes
as a surprise 
not always good 
change usually follows 
even if the 
initial spark slows 
but if something 
does once then 
it’s capable again 
be it breath 
or even water 

Most look in
mirrors to see
taking note making 
decisions often harsh
but so few 
put away mirrors 
and just sit 
quietly with themselves 
and think reflect
exploring those musty 
mundane and miserable 
nooks and crannies 
oft overlooked but 
packed with remorse 
no makeup no 
mousse no magic 
just you and 
yours and them