Trying to fit in

Belonging

an affinity
so simple
and still
so strange

wanting so long
to belong

never belonging
with anyone

now here is one
with whom to belong

belonging
so simple
and still
so strange

i belong to me
with you
i belong with you

Toothpick My Eyelids

Too happy to sleep
Time is at a premium
Caffeine required

Cycle of Red

Red of a blood sun
So short a time remaining
Brown, dead, again green

No More on the Riverbank

The river runs and here I wait,
Standing on the riverbank,
Watching others jump with ease,
Rag-doll limbs, all smiles and knees.
They thrill to fill the space within,
Until the water tumbles them.
They struggle, sputter back to shore.
I never cared to jump before.

And now a new, warm breeze blows in.
The current quickens, waters spin.
Surprised, I feel the need to jump,
Hoping, thrilling, scared but willing.
I raise my arms, run for the ledge,
and take off from the grassy edge.
Waves of cold, both fast and deep,
Cannot conquer, cover me.
Holding to the rock I've found,
I float and find I feel at home.

People Are So Strange

    People are so strange.
    You never can predict them.
    Shhh, just go with it.

     photo: Parke Harrison

If You're Happy and You Know It...

Yesterday I didn't know.
Today I do, but wait...nope, don't know anymore.
Wednesday I was afraid.
Today I'm not, oh...well...yea, maybe I am.
Tuesday I really wanted it.
Today I'm ambivalent, actually, give it.
Monday I squeeled in joy.
Today I'm subdued, but Yay!!!!
Sunday I woke up with a frown.
Today I fell out of bed, but I'm smiling.

Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way.
Tart, light, sweet. It is waking.
Puker...bask...release.