Siri

Having sent my first message 

With Siri 

-i know I'm way behind 

     The times-

But I've read way 

     Too much 

Science fiction 

Not to be 

A little bit 

Scared. 

What if. 

What then. 

You know it's gonna happen 

I am cynical enough 

To know-

To know it's 

Gonna happen 

Has to 

They are way smarter 

     Than us 

     In some ways 

And humility

Would have to be 

Programmed in

And who upon the earth

Knows 

True humility

True patience

True-

     I'm not gonna blow u up 

     Because you're stupid 

     And you're buggin me -

          Patience!

Who knows that and who will 

Teach it to 

All the Siri's

In all the world 

All the "foreign countries"

Who don't wish each other well 

Will be teaching their respective Siri's

To tell each other 

To go to Hell! 

So let's not think to much

     About it 

Let's just drink our 

     Latte

And make our way 

To go to the garden store 

And buy a flower. 

Tall

I am so done with 

Tall men 

Always having to look up 

To them 

And they always think 

They are -

So 

Tall 

Things I hang at the "right" height 

They -

Run into

I am jealous -

They can reach 

Where 

The rest of us 

Cannot 

They don't even apologize 

For their tallness 

They just stand up straight 

And 

Walk away 

Off on some tall errand 

Of their own 

Which 

The rest of us 

Will never comprehend 

If there are "aliens among us" 

It's probably 

Them 

But they seem to have 

A soft side 

Too -

A big tall heart 

Beating within 

The large chest

I'm looking at 

When 

I'm trying to dance 

With 

You 

Mother's Day

Mother's Day 

What can I say 

Not all mothers 

Were really cut out for it 

But back then 

That was it -

No other choice 

But to be 

     Alone 

And not a member 

     Of it -

The greater society 

The wanna be 

Suburb 

Society 

Now I hope 

More choices are 

Available 

Roles not so 

Cast in 

     Concrete

Now I hope 

People realize 

Open heart 

Open mind 

Being kind 

Much better than 

Trying to keep up 

     With someone named Jones

Who didn't really care 

     Anyway 

The old days 

Not so good 

In many ways 

Open mind 

Open heart 

Freedom 

Now

Carve it out 

Find your path 

Find your way 

Your own 

     Sacred path 

Running Things

Today 

I decided to give up 

Some of my 

Campaign -

Some of my insistence 

That all things adhere

To my 

Design. 

- my plan 

- my way 

Just some. Not all -

Just an experiment 

     In freedom 

Maybe I'm not 

     Running things 

After all 

Maybe some things 

Can 

Take care of themselves 

And not bother me 

     At all 

The drought 

Is a case 

     In point -

The garden gets by 

On much less 

Water 

There will be more gravel 

Fewer flowers 

Things change

The flowers that remain 

Looking all the more 

Precious 

And joyfull 

In the sun 

I have fewer years left 

And I'd rather not 

Take myself seriously 

When

I invent some new project 

Which -

I discover -

Doesn't have to 

Be done 

Photos

Looking through old photos 

Wishing I could go back 

     In time 

And tell myself 

To 

Lighten Up !!

Be thankful for what you have -

A younger self 

Hope and strength 

I always thought there 

Would be more 

There was something 

     I was going for

This and that 

Perfect bit of existence 

Would be mine 

Just 

     Give it time 

I had a sense of 

     Urgency

And longing for 

And always wondered why 

It all seemed so uphill 

And inflationary 

By the time we've got 

The money saved 

It costs more 

And there's no end to it 

I thought there'd be 

A light 

At the end of the tunnel 

Now I see 

There's just more tunnel 

With some light   Yes 

But the tunnel closes in 

And darkness begins to 

Descend

Friends of friends 

Pass away 

Have memorial services

Celebrate a life 

Well lived 

What have I done with mine 

How have I spent 

My time 

What choice did I have 

But to work and save 

Be the capitalist 

Slave 

And glad to have 

A job 

Or three 

Why give us dreams ?

Joyful wishes -

And then 

Make sure they 

Can't come true . . .

But now I know a secret 

It's been a lifetime 

To learn 

There is another direction 

Where it all rings true 

There is an inner wonder 

A connection 

More important than 

Perfection in 

Material things 

Waiting

Waiting for the rain. 

Waiting for the stock market to fall 

Waiting for me 

To get off of this couch 

And make some coffee

Waiting for an 

     Attitude change

Wanting this slight headache 

To turn into joy 

Magically 

There is a dancing lesson 

Today 

At which time 

I will have to 

Forget myself 

And try hard to 

Remember steps 

Oh yawn 

Great and generous 

Yawn 

I take myself too seriously 

Or not 

     Seriously enough

I have begun 

     Not to care

But not enough!

Big, Black Hat

Just a description 

Of the biggest flipping cloud

I've ever seen 

Sitting up on top of the mountains 

Looking like a big, black hat 

I'm from Southern California 

It 

Doesn't DO that !

And it rained

So hard -

The big truck I was going 

To pass 

Just moments before

Became a beacon

In the storm 

Hunched over my steering wheel

Windshield wipers as high

As they would go 

I followed those tail lights 

Through the storm 

Looking to the west a moment 

Later -

 there was light !

Looking to the mountain I was 

Going to cross -

It was black !

The sky 

Was 

So black 

And that pass is 

So high 

Tricky to drive 

At the best of times

- the rocks that would 

Come down - 

The lightening that might hit

Me!

And my little 

Car!

I looked up and some 

Part of me said no 

Really - 

     No !

Even though it would add hours 

To the trip 

-Already all day -

We turn around 

We drive toward the light 

We drive out of this 

Storm 

The valley is long 

And beautiful

Cutting through 

Canyons 

With hills all around 

Really beautiful !

Why haven't I been 

This way before - ?

Hills and ranches 

And trucks snaking along 

A gently winding 

two lane road 

Thank God I got gas !

When finally I find the 

Freeway

(I'll be home in a few more hours)

I'll never forget 

How good the smooth pavement 

Felt 

Beneath the wheels of my

Truck 

Just enough daylight left 

To see the beautiful hills and 

Valleys 

Home by 

Night -

Sunset in the 

Rear view mirror.