Like a mongrel
or feral cat
out there somewhere 
and seldom seen 
rarely known frequently 
avoided I roamed 
oh sure yes
some have tried 
but walls and 
moats long ago 
dug and erected 
kept most out
but now here
in this city 
for no good 
reason besides kindness 
I’m cared for
no longer invisible 
I am one 
of a pack
a part of

It is 
the simple 
tasks that 
tickle my
mind for 
so much 
of life 
is complex
come let
us do 
nothing now 
and be 
as quiet 
as snow

Like bubbles 
in glass
or bath
dreams go 
they rise
tickle tease
and fall 
and every
so often 
one pops 
on the 
tip of
nose making 
you smile 

I prefer broken 
things clocks that 
chime late chipped 
dishes thread bare
furniture I celebrate 
them and their 
very own way
for aren’t we
you and me 
a bit slow
a little chipped 
and definitely worn
and aren’t we
all beautifully unique 

I often wonder 
if one less
is better than 
one more for 
less implies need
whereas more implies 
want and then 
where does most
and least fit 
hopes and promises 
I do suppose