If one wants 
the ocean then
make room for 
it in the 
sand use what 
you have available 
and then create 
its reason for 
coming to you 

If you believe 
then try this 
God created paradise 
calling it garden 
and only after 
added some people 
and then it
was never the 
same for people 
sullied His Eden
that is until
gardeners began to 
bring paradise back 
in their yards
by their hands 
sighing and saying 
this is good

You catch me 
at least you 
say you do
you can tell 
at least you 
say you do
because I stop
talking to you 
and begin talking 
to whomever it
is I do 
when I wander 
deep into mind
like a child 
deep in wood 
wandering through thicket 
and under brambles 
discovering things yet 
unknown to man
giving things names 
known to me
and whatever else 
in the wood
of my creativity 
you don’t miss 
me then when 
I’m gone there 
at least you 
say you don’t 
because you say
that I belong 
there more than 
I belong here 

I usually sit
and sometimes wonder 
but usually sit
looking at you 
sometimes I wander 
my gaze upon 
you it moves 
delicately exploring touching 
you with eyes 
imagining the same 
with my fingers 
but usually sit
still with you 
and count blessings 
backwards you being
always the first 

You’re still asleep 
in a bed
away from me 
I’ve seen it 
but it’s a
stranger to me 
familiar to you 
it being yours
but mine is 
familiar to both 
you and me 
for mine is
where we met 
and did so
so many times 
it cradled you 
as you cradled 
your dreamy adventures 
telling me same 
in the morning