Summertime

Sitting In Lowes 

(Store) 

On their lawn furniture 

Padded nicely. 

Potted plants nearby 

Free wifi 

Air con. 

Nice music playing 

No complimentary coffee 

     Anywhere 

Probably just as well

Summer umbrellas 

     On sale 

And so it goes 

     Signs of autumn 

In the air. 

We do 

     What we can 

To get by. 

Music

There's a sadness 

     To the air 

When you're not 

     Here 

The air itself 

     Is melancholy -

It hasn't got you 

     To wrap itself 

Around 

And the ground -

It hasn't got you 

Walking on it -

It is lonely for your 

Footprints 

The chair 

Wonders where 

     You are 

The arms -

And the footrest -

The empty 

Wine glass 

On the shelf -

We all cry 

And listen to 

Andrea Bocelli 

Pour his heart out 

With symphonic 

Backing 

I need 

Symphonic help here 

Some timpani 

Some conductor 

     To tell me what to do 

With such feelings  

I am new to the world 

     Of great 

Music 

dancing lessons

dancing lessons 
     at my age...
give me a break 
     i resist 
     i give myself all the reasons
     i don't want 
          to go 

some young 
     whipper-snapper 
thinks i'm going to remember 
     all of this??

but actually 
it's fun... 
     i surprise myself 
     with trying - 
this is something 
     i've never done 

co-operated...

been positive 

tolerated 
     type A
     types 
Telling me 
What To Do !!!

maybe 
life would've been 
easier 
if 

maybe if 
i hadn't fought 
-tooth and nail-
against 

maybe i could have just 
gone with the flow 
maybe 
once !

but then 

you 

never met 
my mother 

The Line

The line comes closer. 

God bless the line 

It is very fine 

A fine line 

It is the line between 

     Reality and dream

It is our sacred space 

If we drink too much 

     We have crossed the line 

If we believe 

     Too sincerely 

We have frozen the line 

     In time 

If we talk too much

     We can't listen 

At all 

If we are too silent

No one knows 

Who we are 

Maybe just 

As well . . .

Find the line 

In each instance 

There is an invisable

Boundary -

An invisable 

Direction -

Which turns 

At the border

There are border guards 

Beware. 

Community Garden

So now there's a community garden. . .

- And I can't get it done around here -

But it's up on a hill -

And so pretty 

And friends will 

Be there 

Oh my god! 

Community - that -

     Means people -

     "Other" people 

And I the hermit 

(Traditionally) 

Will have to 

     Deal with 

People -

    " Other "

People -

I've never been 

     Good at this 

Not raised by people 

Who were any good at 

     It -

Isolation meant 

     Survival -

Distrust, hiding, and 

     Fear 

So now maybe 

I find another way -

I walk out my door -

- Fortify myself with 

     Starbucks -

And a cookie -

Oatmeal ( can't be all that bad 

     For ya ) 

I watch my paranoia

I wash it in the breeze 

On that hill 

Maybe I learn to trust 

     Someone 

Maybe I learn to 

     Let it go 

Maybe Mother Mary will 

     Come to Me

( Beatle's song, Let It Be ) 

I used to sing that in "church"

But she wouldn't let it be -

At all . . . 

Had to control everything 

Including my song -

So I left 

And now something 

Else 

They say. . .

The next thing comes 

Around 

For us to learn from 

And when we've learned 

It leaves 

Until we're done -

And then -

We 

Get washed 

In the eternal breeze  . . .

Plans

"Man makes plans and 

The Gods laugh" 

So -

I must be a major 

Source of amusement 

     For them. 

Hopefully I'll get some credit 

For this . . . 

I had planned to be much more rich,

     Healthy, and beautiful 

Than this 

Or 

Dead by now 

Depending on what sort 

Of day it is 

Wondering "what the heck" 

Is wrong with this 

Picture 

Knowing there are people 

In war torn countries 

And I am happy I'm not -

But

Still there is this yearning 

This unsettled way of wanting 

Something more 

Something 

Spiritual . . .

Eventhough I know how to 

Go there 

It takes doing 

"There in lies the rub"

Flying Lessons

💖 I've done it again
Danced till my feet are sore
Reluctant going into it . . :
Then I can't stop
Don't want to
And won't
And I'm flying
And I'm dying when a partner
Won't or can't yet -
Let go to the music

Just stick to it
Your feet will learn
And then you have entrance to
The clouds
The winged feet of Apollo
(Wasn't he the one?)

Just come again to the dance
Keep smiling
Keep trying
And soon you will be
There
And never again
Be alone
Or bored

If only more people knew
It doesn't take rocket science
To know
How to dance with a
     Rocket scientist

It does take courage
To begin
And more courage
To continue
And more courage for guys
To lead-
But it's worth it

So few know
This secret
This magic carpet
Ride
Just move
Just go
Get your shoes
And learn
To fly