Hunting

I wander through the empty space

with neutral face.

Try to think clear.

Could I live here?

I wander up the center stairs,

picture my chairs,

and desk and bed,

and rest my head.

I wander out into the yard,

pocket the card.

I'm looking still

for space to fill.

29 Years

Cake,

candles,

gifts and friends,

turn a birthday

into something good.

As I count back the years,

twenty-nine of them in all,

I start to lose track of my time.

My years don't add up in my own mind.

Have I really been around for this long?

Touched

Lost,

seeking

some mindless

entertainment,

I flip on the tube.

Moving pictures distract,

characters and their antics

weaving a clever fantasy.

I'm surprised that it can still touch me.

Maybe I'm more fragile than I once thought.

Falling Sky Fear

Fear

of things

that won't come

is now common.

But despite the hype,

and all the false prophets,

our doom is not in the cards.

So just take a deep breath and think:

With enough real to fear in the world,

shouldn't you direct your worries elsewhere?

Time

Time;

something

no longer

to be wasted.

I've been wondering,

as I lie in my bed

How did I get this busy?

As my list of life grows and grows,

I find that I must make plans within plans

to deal with the chaos of what's to come

Path

A lack of control is a very odd feeling
Its sense of confusion is leaving me reeling
Predicting the course of my life is behind me
Perhaps if I send up a flare then you'll find me

Back Home

I walk in the front door

and up the main stairs.

The hole in my ceiling

is still looming there.

"It's good to be home,"

I say to myself,

while I put away towels

on the hall closet shelf.

How much more will I take?

This I do not know.

But I don't think I'll be here

to see the next snow.

Changing Seasons

"Is it not time for spring?" I cry out once again,

though the night's icy touch is not as cold as it's been.

Still I lie in my bed with my blankets and sheets,

and feel a cold breeze on the soles of my feet.

Now I'm not a man unfamiliar with cold,

but it's been 5 long months, and begun to get old.

Still I know in a short time I'll sing a new tune,

spending time in the desert in the middle of June,

and I'll say to myself as I walk down the street,

"Just bring me my winter, and blast all this heat!"

Seasons

A cold autumn breeze

feels just a little bit strange

when it is April

Spring

Premature blossoms
in death provide nourishment
for what comes after

Change

Advocates for change

protest with great vigor

when their change brings harm

A Desert Visit

Strong winds blow dust specks

along a tan horizon

dotted with low brush

Traffic

New traffic patterns
funnel cars in narrow lanes
where horns get much use

Sophomore

The wise fool looks up

and sees the sun and blue sky,

but keeps his coat near.

Introductions

A mission statement

explains my goals for this space

when written in verse