I’m open to 
not looking for 
having already been 
many times before 
that I’ve grown 
tired of riding 
that turning carousel 
everything looks new
first time around 
but then things 
quickly become similar 
and then familiar
so I’ve decided 
to just hark
others their tickets 
who haven’t yet 
ridden that ride 
and watch their 
happy glee erupt
as round and
round again they 
slowly go on
this singing merry-go-round 

We intersect us
we you and 
me but not 
just in love 
though love does
hold the compass 
we intersect when 
and only when 
and never why
that deep little 
voice says hello 
welcome to my 
path I’m so 
glad you’re here 

I just saw
a shadow pass
across the sky
maybe plane maybe 
bird maybe dinosaur 
maybe even angel 
but rather I
think that it
was your soul 
reminding me that 
wherever it is 
that I am 
you will find 
me and will 
be there too

Trinket treasure or
trove the soul
is forever searching 
what value you 
find belongs to 
it for life 
is but one 
big adventure looking 
for nothing more 
than buried booty
left behind by
you in one 
of your many 
marvelous lives before 

My favorite ones 
are delicate ones 
be they bubbles 
baubles or bumbles
for each in
their very own
oft simple way 
bring to me 
and to mind 
the quietest kind 
of tickling joy
which I know 
now as glee
and glee at
least to me 
is the laughter
of the cherubs