I now understand 
that little pluck
of strings be
they heart or
instrument that one 
delicious delicate pluck 
just courses through 
even my own 
courage to listen 
or maybe just 
maybe to love 
yet again music 
or even another 

Sitting waiting 
people watching 
so many 
scurry about 
going here
going there
talking and
laughing listening 
I wonder 
where and 
what and
why when 
they might 
ever stop 
even when 
they get
to where 
they’re going 

If happiness were 
to be a 
thing say a
sundae then you 
are the sweetest 
cherry on top 
and me I’ll
be the nuts 
and us the 
rest of it

I want 
the rut
that grind
of familiar
the beat
and cadence 
so much 
of this 
perpetual foraging 
lays waste 
to focus 
I’d rather 
just pause 
put and
plant roots 
right here 
rather than 
being anywhere 

I have a 
positivity hangover now 
being on that
upward climb of
the emotional roller
coaster hearing that
all too familiar 
clackety clack of
mind missing the 
teeth of heart
and the skips
gaffes and pauses 
between impatience and 
kindness and aggression 
elixir is needed 
maybe some attention 
from a lover 
a little coo
a little kiss 
a dollop of
come here cream 
topped with some 
silly little sprinkles 
of ill placed 
teasing buttercream kisses