In a stirred
pond one cannot 
see the fish
therefore wait patiently 
for debris and 
decay to settle 
at the bottom 
then you’ll see
the flashes of
light and color 
swimming about just 
as they have 
always been before 

I only feel 
what others do 
but I unlike 
others put into 
words so that 
those who don’t 
won’t feel alone 

We all have 
walked through our 
own valley of 
darkness some choose 
to stay there 
whilst others keep 
moving and making 
it to the 
other unknown side 
some find comfort 
in their darkness 
while others they 
seek the light 

Horseshoes and hand
grenades are the
only two things 
that count when 
they come close 
but not love 
oh no it
passes without sound 
and without stopping 
carrying on to 
somewhere else heretofore 
destined for same
nary a whisper 
barely a breeze 
never a breath 
or second thought 
happy birthday bean

Looking back 
I see
a mountain 
and on
that mountain 
a forest
and in
that forest 
a stream 
and looking 
further down 
I see
a lake 
and surrounding 
the lake 
a meadow 
and beyond 
the meadow 
a beach
and on
the beach 
I see
children playing 
and beyond 
the children 
I see 
the sea