I let sun
wake me today 
like the fingers
of a teasing 
lover laying near
no need to 
rise early today 
for in peace 
there’s no time 
no need nor
reason to hurry 
for no one 
waits here long 
for nothing comes 
but just is

I will find 
my joy in
other things besides 
people for most
play silly games 
with rules of
their own making 
designed to assure 
they always win 
and I will 
always be cast 
in the role 
of the loser
for every game 
regardless requires both 

If I wanted 
to argue I’d
find a rock
or a stick
for they cannot 
if I wanted 
to love I’d 
rather not it
be a rock
or a stick 
for that which 
I love must
never hear anger
for the heart 
has no ears

Clouds are building 
out west above 
the mountains where 
the cold air 
of peaks meets 
the hot air 
of the plains 
like so many 
dinners when I 
was a child 
where the anger
of my father 
infused with brandy
met the cold
shouldered stare of 
my mother and 
the worst storms 
one could imagine 
erupted into the 
tears of blood 
lust and fury 

This is sanctuary 
a blessed place 
my little corner 
and private cloister
a spot a
dot a cot
where to dream 
rest and play 
a toasting place 
a roasting place 
but mostly now
my coasting place 
where the winds
of my life 
are finally calm