I wonder why 
we ignore feet
except for those 
who have a 
thing for them 
maybe they make 
up the slack 
back to feet
down there doing 
their jobs a
pair of flippers
and skates holding 
us up like 
a great foundation 
all but forgotten 
those dogs are 
until they can’t 
then come the 
wishes of just 
one more dance 
one more walk 
around the promenade 
one more feeling 
of wet grass 

Rough seas
of sleep 
tossed about 
my boat
sails of
my uncertainty 
caught a
gusty gale 
sheets of
rain shrouded 
and I
a guest
in bed
held on
for morning 

I think 
I love 
morning most
no wait 
maybe evening 
and yet 
there’s dawn 
and dusk 
too maybe 
I just 
love living 
this simple 
little life 

In the distance 
far off room
Mr. Clock chimes
reminding me that 
I am aging
not by moment 
nor by accident 
but by hour 
and these days 
which used to 
carry such weight 
now only matter
when I hear
Mr. Clock call
another hour gone

The delicate balance 
no more seesaw 
or tipping point 
I am fulcrum
I am equilibrium 
a calm sea
a patient laziness 
afforded by wisdom 
that sunny porch
in late day
low west sun
shines through trees 
like a flashlight 
made from a 
million little fireflies 
I am one