Wednesday, June 9, 2021

renew anew

the next beginning
another restart
rekindled hopes and dream
aspirations, wish lists
and something about buckets

we navigate life
we negotiate with others
but mostly ourselves
trading off, always,
well, frequently
what we think we want
for what we think we want
this minute...

yeah, i used the royal we
the plural if you will
but honestly, truthfully,
it's all about me...

june 6, 2021

should be

i should be writing
by the cold clear
mountain brook
under my apple and
walnut trees

the brook exists
flowing from the mountain
top of my mind to the
fertile valley of my heart

the trees in the yard
of the house in which
my children were born

june 5, 2021