Childhood games 
adults play 
hopscotch leaping 
about person 
to person
just numbers 
hide-n-seek being 
there one 
time gone 
another waiting 
somewhere to
be found 
and tug-o-war
the combat
of words
to seduce 
devour and 
then discard
woe be
he who 
ever thinks 
that I’m
a playground 
and he 
a player

If there is 
to be a
next guy I
will be his
for I am 
who he was 
looking for as
there is no 
one else for 
me but me 

If only 
you could 
see what 
I see
beyond fleshy 
desire beyond 
what man
has made 
and learned 
to treasure 
well beyond 
what others 
deem valuable 
and possible 
even beyond 
what you 
choose as
precious beyond 
beyond to
a place 
of sheer
faith and 
not of
evidence or 
of existence 
that place 
beyond place 

I have learned 
that neither distance 
nor time have 
anything to do 
with the intersection 
of two paths
that souls connect 
when paths cross 
and only the 
Universe and not 
the constructs of 
man have bearing 
on the same 

One thinks 
the heart
rumbles about
inside like 
tourists on
choppy seas
it doesn’t 
but rather 
bird dogging 
it runs
ahead catching 
the scent 
of something 
carried by 
the wind 
when found 
it does 
nothing but 
point for 
point is
all a
heart can 
do handing
it off 
to mind
and body 
to decide