Tonight I Met The Tango

Tonight 

The tango mysteriously 

Appeared -

It seemed I was dancing 

Not with the partner 

But with -

Tango 

How can I say -

There was a presence there 

A certainty

That the world 

And the Tango 

Were turning 

In synchronicity-

Sameness -

And correct 

Equation -

The partner mattered 

Not as much as 

The dance 

And the "presence" of

And this could be transferred 

From dance to dance 

And would stay -

And certainly

Outlast us 

All

Jewelry

A life of contemplation 

Of wondering on 

The whichness 

Of what 

One likes to think that 

One is forging an adventurous 

Path 

Not always easy 

But -

Inevitable 

Not always understandable 

But 

Rewarding

Non-the- less 

Others may 

Scratch their heads 

And wonder

But then 

They seem to be too busy 

On their own path 

To care 

Just as well 

We know that

It would only distress

Them to know 

That there are answers 

To find 

Depths - 

     To mine 

And

Treasures -

Sparkling 

     Jewels

To find 

Flying Lessons

Today being Sunday 

I went 

To the new age church

     Service

Where everything is positive !!!

Positive thinking -

     Smiling 

Being kind 

     To your mind :-)

Singing joyful songs 

Believing wonderful 

     Things 

And now 

I just want to 

     Hide 

In the cool darkness 

Of my house 

     And sulk 

Not that I'm depressed -

But last night's dance has left me 

Tired 

And I wonder -

If you'll ever pick your arms up -

Dear 

Do you know how disappointing 

That is? 

Obviously 

You don't -

I must give up 

My desire for perfect 

Form -

And content myself 

With as many turns and 

Whirls 

As I can get 

When I escape from the 

     Confines

Of your lazy 

Arms 

My last partner was 

A natural -

We could fly 

And spin 

Again and again

But he was also 

Mean 

And you are 

Kind 

And

I have learned

The difference 

I am "positive" enough 

To hope 

That we can learn 

To fly 

Together. 

Letting Go

Letting the old suit case 

Go

The zipper sticks

It will not 

Go. 

How many memories 

How many miles 

Have the little wheels 

     Rolled 

How many trips 

To the mountain 

To meditate 

I many times 

Take too much 

Stuff 

But-

One never knows. 

Will there be need of 

     The hot plate for 

     Coffee?

Sometimes spiritual places 

Feel there is no need 

For coffee 

Makers -

What?

Are they 

     Insane?

There is an even greater 

Need 

Here among the pines 

For tea

For coffee 

-To sip and watch 

     The steam rise 

Because we know 

We are  

     Going into battle 

One must gird ones

     Loins 

The mind will not

Just roll over quietly -

The ego will not just 

     Give up -

But must be 

     Encouraged

With a hot cup 

     Of 

Something soothing 

Before 

It is asked to 

Begin 

The game 

The chess game 

- the checkerboard of nights 

     And days -

The life -

The asking why 

And who and how -

The investigation of 

     It's own demise 

For this 

I need - 

Coffee

Diamonds for my Truck

From one phone 

To another 

One third of those reading 

Are reading 

     -On phone-

So say 

     Statistics . . .

Who knew? 

That one day 

     So soon 

We'd be reading each other 

On moble devices

And now - "they" say

     (Those who know)

That soon 

Our cars 

Will be parking themselves

And driving too 

Mine is telling me now 

That it wants 

     An oil change 

Well -

     Can't it go get one 

     Without me? 

But could I trust it to 

     Not! Come back with 

Some fancy chrome rims 

And furry seat covers 

Which it would automatically charge

     To my account 

It could have been built 

     Into its original programming -

To upgrade itself 

     At my expense 

Not that I don't trust 

"New-fangled machines"

I'm just sayin'. . .

I'm not so old fashioned 

     But-

If diamonds are a girl's 

     Best friend,

What - could my truck 

     Think up? 

A Day Away

Today 

Was a day 

Away 

The deserted campground -

The stream running 

     Clean 

Lots of trees 

     Broken off 

Probably from that last 

     Wind storm 

Cottonwoods dead 

     From the drought 

Snapped off 

     Up high 

But it's still beautiful 

And silent 

Here 

In summer the campground 

Would be full 

     Of screaming, running 

     Children

But now

A hawk looks at me 

     Lazily

I'm too big to eat 

     The bird flies

     To the next tree 

I walk on 

Not much water 

In the stream 

Not much spirit 

In 

     Me -

I feel like 

I'm fading 

As if I was wearing 

The magic 

Ring 

A walk in the woods 

Does one some good

Even if 

The wizard 

     And the elves 

Put in no 

     Appearance 

Today

Discussion

The Garden 

Is a crazy place 

Here on the hill

Overlooking 

The ocean 

There is no money for 

A fence 

Or lights -

Don't 

Go there 

At night 

The military guy 

Sleeps in the tool shed

     And has to get up 

     At night 

To scare away 

The tweekers

Those are the folks 

Who wander around 

Downtown 

After dark 

Looking for things 

     To steal 

To support the drug

     Habit

Now in spring

- or winter actually- 

Well, We've had two 

Rain storms -

The native plants have 

Erupted 

In vibrant green 

But 

The mallow lot, 

If you don't pull it out now 

While its small 

It's not coming out 

At all 

Her dog is small -

The cat and it 

Play and chase 

Through the bright 

     Green 

One thing I love 

About this place 

Is -

it makes no sense 

At all !

Million dollar lots 

Downtown! 

The owner, being wealthy,

Bought them 

(Back in the day) 

So her house on the hill

Could have its view 

     Of the ocean 

Word is 

She doesn't intend 

To sell 

Anytime soon 

So I wonder 

If I should plant kale 

Or cabbage 

For the gophers 

We take old chairs 

To sit and look at the ocean 

No one wants to trap or kill 

The varmints 

The cat can only eat 

So many 

What to do 

What to do 

On a gorgeous afternoon

In January 

We discuss . . .