Nothing

The being
of nothing
and nowhere
besides here
a cup
some coffee
and thought
but not
what’s next
but what
is now
for now
is nigh

Lazy

Lazy day 
kinda hazy
daisy day
the kind
for flowers
pick and
pluck prune
and preen
finally seen
before the
mower goes
wild tomorrow

Found

Peek a boo
you know who
is peeking around
the corner or
from behind trees
I thought shadow
or someone shady
it was me
watching and waiting
to be found
seen and heard

Lover

A lover
of words
I write
not because
of reason
or future
or fame
but because
of fate
and the
faithfulness of
true purpose
and destiny

Slow

Tidbits tiny things 
little sweets and
those small details
things barely noticed
I often wonder
if we’ve forgotten
just how simple
slow once was
and if ever
we’ll get back
to being that