Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Poetry

This is an intimate business
I'm talking  You're listening
I try to listen
but it's easier talking

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Relaxation

  

Relaxation is a cumulative thing
Each day, I drop lower toward the ground
Growing wider, more dense, slower
And, smoother –

A slow-motion lava flow
Of enjoyment and appreciation
Held in the middle of a mound of dough
Rising above and spilling over
Any kind of established container
There’s a breeze here and sunlight
The world is turning
But, because I’m turning at the same speed
I can’t feel it.