Some people dig
holes to bury
things memories land
mines maybe landmarks 
of where they’ve 
been but me
I dug my
hole in deep 
like a fox
to avoid hounds
baying and nipping 
holes are easier 
to get into 
than out of 
for the only 
way out is 
the way in
be sure to 
take a ladder 

You can 
truly be
only who
you are 
the acceptance 
of which 
will bring 
more happiness 
than all
the wishes 
in all 
the hearts 
in all 
the world 

Like little blocks 
I knew as
a child I
have been busy 
building unlike some 
games people play 
that remove pieces 
tempting the fate
of the tower
I have been 
patiently adding more 
like a beaver 
for its safety 
adding things new 
for my dam
to ward off
misery and despair 
and to swim
in the pond
of my making 

I imagine 
that rain 
on windows 
are the
taps of
fingers upon
my shoulder 
of suitors
vying for 
my attention 
and I
a debutant 
new to 
all this 
oh who
to talk 
to first 

Another millstone 
turns milestone 
another moniker 
becomes marker
and I 
am marked
as prolific 
six thousand 
years ago 
my soul
was destined
and now 
six thousand 
poems later 
I poet
do be