I have always said
That the bottom is
The best place to
Start because everything else
Looks up from there
When down chin up
For when your chin
Is up so is
Your head and everything
Is shiny and new
I have always said
That the bottom is
The best place to
Start because everything else
Looks up from there
When down chin up
For when your chin
Is up so is
Your head and everything
Is shiny and new
Having spent two years
Submerged with the outcasts
Amongst the otherwise forgotten
Those others know about
But dare not be
Those that make up
The stairs upon which
Most other people climb
I learned that life
Doesn’t end in accumulation
For all those whom
Have not have more
Much more in fact
For those with nothing
Have nothing to lose
And that is blessed
And is actually freedom
Sometimes the fish
Sometimes the fisherman
But always this
One swims about
The other casts
And only then
When temptation lands
Alights and skitters
Do we become
That which we
Are meant to
To each other
One the promise
One the catch
And so goes
Fisherman and fish
And like a woodsman
Walking through a grove
Of towering maple trees
As I pass each
I stop to touch
Maple trees like friends
Are not my path
But show me it
They are where I
Go when I’m weary
And they shelter me
Always behind sometimes ahead
But wherever they are
I couldn’t be there
Anywhere really without them
Sometimes I feel like a
Present regifted having been
Given once to one
Only to be evaluated
Reboxed and eventually stored
As a kind of
A commodity to be
Offered and then proffered
To get the first
Out of an uncomfortable
Jam here take this
Someone else thought maybe
But no and now
Maybe so for you
Now I know how
That gravy boat felt