What we frequently 
seek is never 
found outside of 
ourselves but we 
infrequently ever do 
recognize it when 
we encounter it 
why is that 
because we’ve convinced 
ourselves that it 
must look different 

It’s never 
about how 
or when 
or where
or why
but that
that you 
do that 
whatever that 
that means 
to you 

This is all 
I’ve ever wanted 
just a place
to be myself 
however I am 
honestly and happily 
no more defending 
or even convincing 
nary a consideration 
just a conclusion 
this is what 
for whatever reason 
or for no 
reason at all 

It’s funny this 
ticking tock clock 
this march this 
run that has
become a stroll
just one more 
eve in tens
of thousands eves
none less nor
much more important 
one more strike 
to end night 
and then it’s 
on to next 
until that is
life becomes ex

Listening to this 
throaty raspy sax
and letting my
coffee cool so 
that I can 
entertain our let’s 
and why nots
and all the 
other little nothings 
that just kinda
cascade casually one
to the other 
like water tumbling 
over smooth stones