So many things 
don’t really matter 
namely big things 
for all of 
the big things 
are made up 
of little things 
quietly woven together 
so focus upon 
the small for
they make all 

My life
is where
I choose 
to hide
not from 
the fear
of others 
but in
the peace 
I find
war all
you want 
everyone else 
but here 
with me 
is myself 
and that
is enough 

I’ve always been 
different but it
had a mystery 
or craziness or 
defiant edge to 
it that somehow 
deflected the consternation 
that absorbed consequences 
but now this 
this is obvious 
front and center 
and whatever decoy
I had set
to lake anchor 
no longer attracts 
I can’t camouflage 
wheels when people 
look for feet

Need v want 
enough is enough 
and more than 
most and least
tighten the belt 
but not around 
the neck live 
a cozy life 
if something doesn’t 
have a place 
or a purpose 
it doesn’t belong 
it’s a game 
just one way 
of finding peace 
as one’s purpose 

Age has 
a way 
of rounding 
the corners
so as
to no
longer catch 
on things 
like an 
emory board
smoothing edges 
and making 
soft hands