When I was 
young there was 
a dry well 
into which I 
would throw stones 
that would land 
with a clunk
when I returned 
to the well 
in my thirties 
it had gained 
some water and 
the stones would 
then splash loudly 
and now when 
I go to 
the same well
it has gained 
so much water 
that indeed ducks 
splash about it
and my stones
land with deep 
kerplunks disappearing down 
into its darkness 
now whether the 
well gained depth 
from my stones 
and some water 
or more water 
and some stones 
doesn’t really matter 
what matters is
that it did
and that now
it is what 
it was supposed 
to be well 

It’s always just one 
note and never one 
song that carries me 
just one note repeated
again and again and 
once again and then 
again once more again 
like those first raindrops 
that fall onto pools 
creating ringlets of water 
that move outwards without 
so much as care
it’s just that note 
that one single note 
that I hear upon
your chest be it
heart beat or sleep 

If one wants 
the ocean then
make room for 
it in the 
sand use what 
you have available 
and then create 
its reason for 
coming to you 

If you believe 
then try this 
God created paradise 
calling it garden 
and only after 
added some people 
and then it
was never the 
same for people 
sullied His Eden
that is until
gardeners began to 
bring paradise back 
in their yards
by their hands 
sighing and saying 
this is good

You catch me 
at least you 
say you do
you can tell 
at least you 
say you do
because I stop
talking to you 
and begin talking 
to whomever it
is I do 
when I wander 
deep into mind
like a child 
deep in wood 
wandering through thicket 
and under brambles 
discovering things yet 
unknown to man
giving things names 
known to me
and whatever else 
in the wood
of my creativity 
you don’t miss 
me then when 
I’m gone there 
at least you 
say you don’t 
because you say
that I belong 
there more than 
I belong here