Still

Imagine a still
nights so deep
winds so calm
barely a breeze
an evasive silence
that’s so deafening
that a cricket
chirps its faraway
song like tympani
an empty mind
that’s so saturating
that its bath
water never cools
then imagine this
that you have
finally found the
gateway to that
are you ever
willing to go
back to what
it was before
I think not

Blessing

A blessing 
is simply
what one
heart whispers
to another
in a
language that
only the
soul speaks

Depth

Depth with which 
you speak doesn’t
come by way
of inches but
of miles no
not traveled lived
and time well
it tags along
therefore keep your
fingers and shovels
to your selves
for no matter
how far you
poke or dig
depth will ever
only be found
on the soles
of the soul

Meanness

Like a bear
shaking off sleep
and leaves and
twigs so do
I the epithets
launched at me
a million arrows
sent skyward without
aim just misery
and I unshielded
duck and dodge
vainly attempting to
avoid the attack
into a door
I stumble maybe
little more than
a ditch in
which to hide
smelling the carnage
of my cowardice

Art

To have peace
one must maintain
the peace that
one has found
me I clean
my home often
knowing that it
is the frame
wherein one can
see the artwork
of my serenity