Sense Of Caution

She seemed to feel
Two types of fear:
The if or when,
Or, now and here...

Staying In The Game

It’s usually a
Matter of luck,
Or knowing
When to duck...

Survivor

Unnoticed, the cockroach
Manages to slowly crawl,
Across the cafe floor,
To a safe crack in the wall...

Another Way

Sometimes, an idea,
Seemingly fresh and new,
Simply comes from
A different point of view...

Winter Bedtime

At last, resting under my blanket
And things start to get warm
Consciousness starts fading
And dreams begin to swarm...

Clear Air Turbulence

Jerked up from the seat I’m in
Coffee burst-splatter
Bounce off the overhead bin...

Lingering

Japanese tea time
Women have the power
To make a small piece
Of cake last an hour...

Pagan Relief

Old man stands below
The tall holy stone,
Prays to its spirit,
Unnamed, unknown,
Then leaves, feeling
A little less alone...

Harajuku 原宿

Pastel-colored hair
Is all the rage
But only for those
Of a certain age...

Looking Up At Me

Parking lot fence
Spring morning mist
Small purple flowers
In the weedy grist...

Maturity

Grown-up means sometimes
Saying “No” to friends,
Cleaning the messes,
Tying up loose ends,
Handle the stress-bombs
A working day sends...

Not So Much

Each new free day,
A gift, blank slate,
To some extent,
Per schedule & fate...

春

Spring is unambiguous,
Evident all around,
Green things popping
Up out of the ground...

No Mercy

Battle done, the wounded invaders
Lie clinging to their lives,
But then came the enemy’s
Widows with knives...

Human Nature

An understanding of humans,
And their nature, is complete,
When you realize they are
Always able to lie or cheat,
Sometimes in order to survive,
But more often just to
Deflect or profit or thrive...

Revelation

That mystic state
For which you search
Is not to be found
In book or church

Better to start
By looking in
Your head or heart

Troubled Sleep

As far as I can tell
It was the donut
Who led the others to rebel
Turning my stomach
Into some kind of hell

Our Place

A bit off the grid,
Taking things slow,
We taste each day,
Keep our heads low,
Don’t really need
That much anymore,
Pray the fires stay
Away across the shore...

Easier Said Than Done

Young ones went to Washington,
The political swamp to drain,
But as it turned out, their
Search for the plug was in vain,
The partisan mud of the marsh
Too viscous, tangled, and harsh...

Gift Of Old Friends

Fast forward, time races,
But feels slowed down
By old friends’ faces...

Smiles over days months years,
Act as a sort-of brake,
Offer comfort continuity
As events unfold, overtake...

Chemical Reaction

One moment tired,
Seconds later,
Inspired,
Thanks to a
Cup of hot energy,
Now inside of me...

Headed For Home

Endless boxy buildings go by,
Seen from a train window,
Soggy, empty, cold gray sky...