Questions . . . ? . . .

Why don't I remember

To sit 

With the 

Infinite . . . ?

     More often 

The world 

And all its stuff

Just -

Too

Distracting !

When I do -

I remember -

That this is 

What I 

Want to do.

     and all my 

Questions 

     About everything 

Begin to fade -

     They become grey 

And transparent 

     And then like smoke 

They blow 

     Away 

STUCK

Have I lost my ability 

To hide 

Have I lost my 

"Chops" 

What is this 

Circumstance 

Telling 

Me 

That there is a need 

In me 

To walk alone 

Along 

The shore 

With no one knowing 

Where 

I've 

Gone 

But now

With the

"Phones" -

Everybody knows

There is a little pin 

Put on a map 

To 

Disclose 

Maybe one should buy 

The 

"Hermit " phone 

With which one 

Could call out 

But 

Never in 

But that would necessitate 

Said hermit dealing 

With the 

"Phone folks" 

And that 

Would then be -

A contradiction 

     In terms

(About terms, 

     And such) 

Therefore I declare 

I shall learn 

How to better 

     Run away 

And where to stay 

And "doh"

     I forgot my phone 

- at home !!

Or

I forgot to turn it on -

But I can't resist 

The thing 

I'm stuck!

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Just one of you 

How are you

Today ?

I'm sitting waiting for 

     The doctor to arrive 

Always a good time 

     To communicate 

With friends 

So I wonder if you 

Get 

All the innuendos -

And word choices. From 

The former colony ?

Sometimes I wonder if 

We ever should have 

Left 

The fold 

So-to-speak 

We could have had much 

     Better access 

To much 

     Better 

Tea 

And we 

Certainly would have 

Spoken 

With accents more 

Lilting 

More enjoyable to 

The ear 

So I hope your weather is 

Balmy

And the tube does 

Run on time 

     Make sure to keep your 

English qualities 

For 

I am convinced 

It's the only bloody thing! 

Holding our world together 

Anymore - 

Senior Moments

Can we welcome our senior moments 

Like old friends

Don't they tell us to 

Slow down and be 

Where we are 

For a change 

Yes -

Except I'm standing here 

Not knowing why or where 

Look at the sky -

You are on earth 

Zipping around the sun 

Very zippy. 

Maybe slow down and try 

To keep it simple 

Food, clothing, shelter 

Yes 

     But where 

Did I leave 

Them? 

Move Through Worlds

There's a way to move 

Through worlds -

Dancing 

Let go and move 

Together 

These moves may not be 

Approved 

By the teacher 

But 

We move together 

Making our own 

     Using theirs 

     As a beginning 

     As a starting point 

This sort of dance is a fusion of fun 

And movement 

And music 

Not many can do 

     What you can do

Dear 

If our ankles and knees 

Can keep creaking along 

(At our age) 

I think I can see some very special 

Moments 

Together 

I can see why they say 

It is harder to find 

A dance partner 

Than a spouse 

I am so grateful. 

Millionaires

The millionaires 

Are 

At it again 

Ruining 

The 

Neighborhood!

Building a millionaire house 

Up on the hill 

Overlooking the temple -

Back in the day 

It wasn't this way 

Used to be 

Country here 

Beautiful place 

Overlooking the sea 

Looking a lot like 

Tuscany 

Now there's a new Tuscan villa 

Within sight 

And as I try and meditate 

All I can hear are hammers 

And saws 

Disturbing my peace 

And the peace 

Of this 

Place 

And why the type 

Has changed 

I haven't a clue 

Do u? 

And now to stop 

Messing around and put 

My earplugs in 

And see 

What I can see 

Of 

The other side. 

Try to keep up!

She died 

And today 

     Is 

Her birthday 

I wish she was

     Still here 

To deal with you

     Dear -

Not that I don't 

     Love you 

I do 

     But 

 I'm clueless 

     When it comes 

To - 

     People . . .

What do they want? 

     Why are they here? 

And then -

     They're always 

     Talking !

Endlessly understanding 

     Everything 

More than 

     Me 

- More than I 

     Do -

I try to 

     Keep up 

I tell myself 

     To listen 

And respond 

     Rightly 

But 

     I know 

I'm not very good 

     At it 

Don't they know 

     The friend? 

Aren't they the 

     Least bit interested 

In such things 

     As God's love 

and 

     Eternal bliss 

What ?

I've never understood 

How they can talk 

     Endlessly 

     Of 

          Trivialities -

I try to keep up 

     I do