Every little thing 
that I’ve bought 
for my home 
in the last
three years are
like stones that 
I have found 
along the path 
of my life 
and gathered together 
and placed one 
atop the other 
making the gate 
that welcomes guests 

They said that 
they saw how 
we looked at 
each other as
though we were 
looking through to
the other side 
I guess maybe 
that’s what love 
really is then 
a mirror to 
the transparent soul 

I do puzzles 
not the box
or book kind
the people kind
the clock kind 
watching to see
just what it
is that makes 
someone else tick
studying to find 
the soft spot 
that one piece 
that will make 
the others fail

Slow brings 
with it
a simpler 
sample of
life living
becomes smaller 
sips turn
into taste 
and taste 
into flavor 
and texture 
from smooth
to sandy 
and savory 
becomes sweet 

It took little 
and then less
and finally all
to start with 
and also end
so goes the 
oar and love 
both little boats