I wonder why 
later in life 
we embrace one 
when before it
was about two 
that would do 
were we less
as just one 
convinced that two 
would be who 
now as one
I’ve finally won
the only race 
I’ve ever run

Basking in
sweet solitude 
my thoughts 
wander like 
children without 
care through 
the wood 
stumbling across 
things of
such mystery 
as to
ignite flames 
of imagination 
making me 
think oh
what a 
marvelous world 
this is 

It’s early morning 
heat season here 
in the Rockies 
just enough to 
take off chill 
as I scoop
pour and stir 
after all leaving 
warmth of down 
to make something 
hot in the 
dark cold dawn 
seems a tad
daft even for 
this old timer

Expectation is 
the assassin 
of joy
with disappointment 
hiding in 
the woods
taking aim
and waiting 
patiently until 
the heart
becomes exposed 
to take 
its shot

Don’t ask 
for advice 
find solutions 
opinions vary 
do you 
go to 
a restaurant 
with hopes 
of finding 
something that 
you like 
or do
you go
to eat