Friday, November 4, 2022

in the morning

 "And, but, and or get you pretty far!"

                -- Conjunction Junction

and there is the Sun,
mellow this morning
as if wondering
if this world
is worth shining on.
but, seeing the dew,
playing in the fallen
maple leaves
she rises for a peek
and refracts,
as she passes through
the droplets,
exciting some electrons
who are happy to see her
or maybe
have been awakened too soon
and dread leaving the comfort
of home.

Friday, October 14, 2022

puddle break

"funny but it seems I always wind up here with you"
--The Carpenters

burnt orange
and sienna
take me places
where words fail
as leaves fall,
where I pray for rain
to gather
in puddles
suitable for stomping,
and gray skies
to dampen me,
until I wind up here,
and wet
with eyes open.
and ready

Friday, April 22, 2022

Speaking Fluent Mushroom

 “There is also another option – they are saying nothing.” --Andrew Adamatzky on Mushroom Communication

we like to see parallels.
human connections
between living things.

electrical impulses
in the mycelium
become words
and sentences.

sending warnings.
expanding access to food
and water.

but no word
on messages being sent
designed only
to hurt
and hate.

so the parallel
falls apart

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Does This Time-Frame Suit Me

breaking time,
pumping seconds
until they burst
leaving shard like
on the ground.
around the mess
(never step on a shard of time)
content to 
let someone else 
(you may meet yourself)
the damage.
but sunlight
through the pieces
my vision
guiding me back
(maybe not back)
(maybe not forward)

Friday, April 15, 2022

It's a paper airplane kind of day

 It's a paper airplane kind of day.

The words won't stick
so I fold them
and sail them,

across the room at first,
then up the stairs
and out the door
into forgotten sunshine

(my mind is still
cloudy and gray)

until this minor wonder of aviation
comes to rest
in what remains of the rain,
taking on too much water to fly,

but now
my spirit
can take flight.