70 mph wind gusts. Death Valley.

God of the Garden

The God of the garden 

Welcomes me 

Home 

Death Valley. 

May be beautiful 

And far 

But it is not 

Green with flowers 

And 

Too many spring 

Weeds 

It is quieter -

Until the wind blows 

Then it feels like time 

To dig a hole 

In the dusty ground 

To get away from 

Blowing sand that stings 

As it hits my leg -

Can't stand up straight -

Walking like a drunken person -

And the sun -

Which dries all things 

Is very fierce

There 

Beautiful mountains. -

Here -

I have the sea -

All places seem to have 

Some version

Of crows -

As one flys by 

A hummingbird 

Comes near -

Sits on a branch 

Above my head 

And looks at me 

Saying 

Why -

Why don't you have 

a hummingbird feeder 

For me 

Thank you 

God of the Garden 

For being here 

To welcome me 

Home 

Dragons and Unicorns

Reading the bible 

Again,

With a more adult curiousity,

I find -

Dragons and 

Unicorns mentioned 

Many times !

Water being turned to wine 

And multiplying loaves and fishes 

Is mentioned with much more 

Amazement 

Than the common everyday occurrence 

Of dragons and 

Unicorns 

What am I to make of this -

Seriously !

The blind can see 

The lame can walk 

And dragons and 

Unicorns lounge around 

In the public square 

Causing no great calamity

The Roman solders must have had 

Special divisions 

To fight them 

Or catch them 

Or deal with them 

     Somehow 

Special nets 

For unicorns

(Pet them) 

Special harnesses for dragons 

(Ride them) 

It is in a book 

Which some say I must believe in 

Literally !

- some say 

It is open to interpretation -

Some hardly look at it 

At all 

God is love 

And light -

To be sought 

Within

And there are dragons 

And unicorns 

But -

Loving "my" neighbors 

Is not so easy 

Ploughing

Trying to find some 

Time away 

Seems a bit like 

Ploughing 

     A field 

Everyone wants 

     Something -

There are horses 

To harness 

And bargains to be 

     Made 

There is money to be 

     Set aside 

 Now -

     With everything costing 

More and more -

I still want to see 

The sky 

And have some 

Quiet time -

Some time among 

The trees

No one seems to understand 

This 

The Taoist Hemit 

Within 

Needs a bit of 

Expression

Now and then 

Donation Button!!

Just in case 

You might have 

Lots of money

And would like to be 

"A patron of the arts"

I have 

(With help)

And much pondering 

And 

Poking of buttons 

And 

Reading of unintelligible 

     Instructions

- Two hours it took us -

There has been installed 

(With much hopeful wishing 

And imagination) 

A donation button 

On this blog 

The dream is 

That just a few millionaires 

- From somewhere on earth -

Would like to donate 

     To the cause of 

My continued 

     Survival 

(Not that I will perish 

Without them)

But 

It would be sooooo cool 

To have a stash $$

To be able to prop up this old house 

To shop 

     At more 

Than the dollar store 

- Just sayin -

brilliance

Brilliance

Going through 

Old papers 

Containing -

Brilliant thoughts and 

     Ideas 

And plans 

- filled up a whole sack 

Of that -

For trash

- can't have too much 

Brilliance

- don't have 

Room

Every day in 

Every way 

Throw something 

Out !

Go through old stuff 

And sift

And sort 

Different things are 

Important now 

The time is running 

Out 

Many things 

would have happened

      by now 

- if they were 

     Going to 

This used to make me sad 

Thinking why not "I"

Why shouldn't I have 

What I think I 

     Should have 

And even better -

     Some wonderful things 

Which haven't even occurred 

To me 

Yet

But now I know 

A brilliant thing -

     - having enough

To eat 

And 

A place to sleep 

Is the best idea 

Yet