It’s time time

To go I

Hear the winds

Of flight swirling

Around me almost

Lifting prompting me

To come go

Somewhere anywhere else

Remain I do

Hopeful hopefully hopeful

That you’ll change

Change you don’t

So change I

Must leaving you

And all of

This behind me

I’m a migrating

Bird letting the

Winds take me

To someplace else

Any place else

Than right here


Lay with me

Let me paint

You with words

Let me strum

Your hair like

A harp let

Me tap your

Tummy like a

Tympani let my

Fingers dip in

Loves water colors

And draw circles

Across your brow

Down the cliffs

Of your cheekbones

And pool in

The hollows of

Your throat lay

With me and

Let me look

Into your eyes

And see stars

So far away

Yet close enough

To touch stay

Lay with me

Delay with me

Let this night

Last into the

Day with me


And so I

Tried this once

Like an experiment

Back in Denver

I went to

The same bar

At the same

Time I ordered

The same cocktail

Sat on the

Same stool and

Talked to the

Same bartender about

The same things

Every single day

For two weeks

Rather than causing

Suspicion from patrons

It caused curiosity

Who was he

This dependable creature

It’s simply me

Knowing that if

A dish is

Placed among mongrels

And feral cats

Eventually they dine

Without any effort

From me besides

Kindness and consistency

For most are

Frightened by things

Unusual at first

But eventually will

Come to me

Rather than me

Pleading for attention

Friends đź«‚

And as I

Took that one

Last fateful step

Wading farther out

Then ever before

The sandbar gave

Way to canyon

Pulling me under

With only the

Filtering shimmering sun

Showing me which

Direction was up

Like a whale

Cold darkness tried

To swallow me

But my legs

And arms flailed

In panic of

Dying rising me

Higher until at

Last I popped

Like a bobber

Above the water

When hope cast

As a rope

Was thrown by

Friends to me

And they and

Not me brought

Me back to

Them for yes

I had wandered

Foolishly beyond myself

But they knew

Where I belonged

LoveOfFriends (to my firemen)

It’s only ever

After not necessarily

Happily ever after

When I awaken

To something new

Around the old

Me like an

Ice storm coating

Everything in a

Brittle tender mask

Weighing me down

And snapping things

Like heart strings

Plucked from outside

Inside making thudding

Dead sounds like

That other shoe

That I’ve been

Waiting to drop

When friends rush

In like tiny

Firemen carrying buckets

Of water to

Not douse but

Free me from

My now icy

Self taking me

Back to someplace

Safe and warm

Sans the ice

Plucking then those

Same strings making

Them sing again

Now with laughter