It’s like my
home is filled 
with the waters
and I swim
languidly between the 
rooms of this 
my otherworldly place 
occasionally seeing a 
rudder or swimmer 
skimming its surface 
but never daring 
to ever come 
down this deep 
oh well more 
peace for me 

Had I stayed 
out back east 
and lived with 
again someone else 
avoiding my aloneness 
out of fear 
I’d never have 
made it here
for I never 
knew that home 
was where I 
am and no
one else was 

A few lines 
and some jokes 
a pic or
two a couple 
of teasing taunts 
and we’re off
to the races 
side by side 
running the lane
like two dogs
one bigger lumbering 
one smaller scampering 
all the while 
barking and jumping 
just being the 
goofs we are 

I don’t really 
miss anything for 
the everything that 
I have is
enough I do 
remember many things 
with tremendous fondness 
but in order 
to miss one 
must be without 
and I am 
not without anything 
I am whole 
and beautifully complete 

Slow slowly slower
still the clock
ticks and the 
heart mimics time 
so fast so 
fast it ran
like a dog 
looking for its 
tail but now 
like a lake 
that tickles shore
bringing foam and 
little polished trinkets 
this old heart
sees stoops and 
scoops up memories 
like tiny trinkets 
of life lived
and love lost