Being Alone or Belonging (with the beauty of the world)
Inside with memoriesedging despair watchingthrough my window panetree leaves shimmerI don’t knowwhat kind of treesI call them Bertie and FredI know their moodstheir colors their seasonstoday they’re trying to cheer me and and and they are succeeding. Counter scales of sectarianism at RXP’s Photo from this place.
Sleep dawns indusk draws upthis endless foginhabits our dayswe bathe inbrief warm sun-breaks.Moss and lichenscoat the treesrobins and hummingbirdspeck at berries. Across the blue marble to Eugi’s Causerie
Why is the Sky Blue?
And Not Nothings
Sleep falling over her pretty rosette hair black diamond eyes is not nothing sweet honey lips damp moments before tasted sharp salty teasing it’s not nothing does the end lie near the beginning as we drink of life’s fountain set atop a well of tears although not nothing perhaps all joy comes from God a…