Blue I see
top to bottom 
except for white 
as an afterthought 
of perhaps night 
or maybe not 
maybe smoke or 
perhaps days haze
that’s hanging just 
beyond my curiosity 
let it be 
I do think 
let it go 
it likely stinks 

I don’t promise 
unless it’s guaranteed 
so many nowadays 
promise to promote 
or to protect
their selfish interests 
they say whatever 
is necessary to 
get what’s wanted 
but not me
I’m my word
if I promise 
consider it done 
whatever it is 
whatever it takes 
for my promise
is all I 
have for you 

When young and 
at the beach
holes I dug
walls I built 
to keep the 
sea at bay 
and now at
this old age 
I realize that 
that the sea
was really me
and the things 
that I built 
were really others
now to swim
never again walk
amongst any others 

Oh that’s nice 
this nothing is
except for sounds 
from somewhere else 
softened and dampened 
a quiet reminder 
that although alone 
I’m not lonely 
for the nothing 
is a notion
of peace’s potion
in this ocean 
of otherwise commotion 

The flat plains 
offer no threat 
to low east
sun that paints 
the tall buildings 
in yellow gold 
and things shine 
against the western 
sky like tombs
uncovered after eons
of cold darkness