Like a bird
who has set
the last twig
I have settled 
down with ahh
as I look
around me thinking 
that this nest
isn’t such a
bad place really 
to sit awhile 
and who knows 

When you love
you stop imagining 
you stop dreaming 
and wishing for 
or to find 
some shiny lamp 
upon to rub
when you love 
you look upon 
and always for 
that shiny object 
known as yours 

I’m glad that 
I did then
what I did
when I could 
rather than now 
when I think 
that I should 
or I would 
because doing before 
and then recalling 
realizing and remembering 
is better than 
looking and hoping 
and thinking maybe 

I oar
finally finding 
my calm
being stowed
after hours 
of breaking 
the sea
and now 
just sit
quietly gliding 
looking at 
finally seeing 
and finding 
the shore

A lazy hammock 
swaying to breeze
is where I 
imagine you are 
but knowing not 
that you are 
more likely buzzing 
about life like 
some little bee
bobbing and bouncing 
flower to flower 
nary a care
or a thought 
of a thing 
called a breeze