into the wind
be sown
thoughts
their fruits
never reaching
full richness
that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning
Reverie
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Our Blessings Counted
like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy
arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
to solitary retreats
‘tis our love’s fault
Subway Siesta
eyes in the clouds
chin on my chest
shoulders rocking side to side
from along straightaways
against curves
so many screeches
so many clackety-clacks
so many loudspeaker voices
years of underground reverie
of subconsciousness
always awakening me
on time
at my destination
Offerings
more than decor
commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release
to better Rebirth
to aspire
drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion
to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence
Windows
congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries
perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time
or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us
at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth
about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand
Kloof Nek to Hout Bay
two meandering souls
a quiet sail
a breeze with eyes focus’d
straight ahead
destin’d to collide
into each other’s arms
a swim to enjoy
in anxious waters
or maybe to chase a lost ball
emblazon’d with the portrait
of a child kyodo
while dreams the steersman
of a cosmic night
with Twelve apostles
in his wake
Reptilia
lizards of a leather
rock together
Overlook
her face
beyond her maquillage
I listen
thru refrains of seasons
to her voices
an unfetter’d choir
ever-blending
ever-evolving
everlasting
I hope
at least
till my next call
Alley of the Lost
o’er the Bermuda Sea
opes randomly
a triangular doorway
its guests transmit’d
on a one-way ticket
to an unseen mystery
while failures of hi-tech
continue to enhance
the myth… or its veracity
60’s
Beatles to Hendrix
tie-dye on nature’s senses
Peace and Love movement
Blind Love
though my eyes never born
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
Happy Mothers’ Day
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
Tripper
mini vacation
knowledge for one’s enjoyment
with laid-back wonder
Outside
old stomping grounds
of our forebears
ere cement supplant’d forests
ere the wind became trite
no wonder
our instincts
not born of fables
so for now
with even more acute
eyes and ears
will we savor these ventures
Remembering Normal
at holy james’ downtown bay
‘twas someone’s future—
a future after their time—
way after
boats anchor’d—
shores of point loma—
united landing at refurbish’d airport—
solar turbines—
star of india—
anthony’s—
pac star cruises
seaweed stretching from shallows
to surface and nursing rocks
bordering harbor drive—
a curious pigeon bobbing for scraps
too hot to be jogging
unless you’re a jogger
Tomorrow’s not soon enough
