Why worry yourself

about the unknowable;

missing this flower’s splendor?

~

Why not stop and look

at all that’s here instead of

trying to see what isn’t.

When thrown off course, let’s

look around. There’s no telling

all that could be found.

~

“Course” implies a race.

But should we be in such haste

when we know not what awaits?

The jungle out there

seems like open savanna

next to the morass within.

~

That’s why we spend so

much time on our devices

looking for relief.

How many lives are

lost? How many saved because

of the use of guns?

~

Guns don’t make the best

tools to minister the sick

or heal the injured.

Let us not be cowed

by his bluster and bombast.

He’s just frightened, bless his heart.

~

As far as I can

tell, he has no heart and that’s

all we need to know.

A cool, gray June day

warmed by cardinal’s bright winged flight

and woodpecker’s steady beat.

~

There is no debate.

When it comes to free form jazz

These birds are the cat’s meow!

Never let illness

be the sole motivation

for reconciliation.

~

If we think we might

be nearing the exit door,

our hearts may choose to open.

Unwelcome outer

change sometime precipitates

needed inner change.

~

On the other hand,

Some, stubbornly, double down

insisting they’re the victim.

What’s a man to do

when gentle admonitions

fail to aid reformations?

~

It may take some time.

Reformation moves slowly,

but don’t give up hope.

Hope June will take May

as an example and keep

her cool a while.

~

Temperamental June

will not likely keep her cool

no matter May’s example!

Memorialize,

shall we, all who gave their lives

regardless of their service.

~

Let’s remember too

all the nameless ones who serve

us in countless ways.

Rain made music with

pond and ground, but refused to

let sun join their band.

~

Sun’s role in music,

as your generation knows,

was Production not on stage!

Is it cowardice

to avoid unpleasant tasks,

or just self-preservation?

~

Some other options

include procrastination,

laziness, and revulsion.

Chirping colors, blue,

yellow, black, white, gray, and red

announce their need to be fed.

~

Their protestations

prompt you to put out more seed

for the bears to eat with greed.

I lie here, in bed,

feeling the world spin its course

through the universe… for now.

~

And soon you will rise

and actively join the world

in all its spinning.

This year Summer chose

not to rush in and push Spring

heatedly aside.

~

Since Summer awaits

somewhere else, way off down south,

let us spring to outdoor chores.

Circles dot the land

trying to control all those

who refuse to self-control

~

Circles of support

help those who lack self-control

develop it from within.

They found no answers,

but found plenty of questions

while looking for them.

~

Maybe they forgot

Life was about the journey

not just the destination.

True wisdom is found,

not in seeing what is there,

but from kenning the absence.

~

Wisdom is found in

silence, but noise, both inner

and outer complicates things.

The house is alive

with the sound of grandkids. If

I want stillness, I must walk.

~

Somebody must walk,

that’s true, but it’s up to you

to decide who hits the bricks.

Sometimes lofty clouds

fall from their high place to rest

gently on the solid ground.

~

With such descent comes

a softening of earth’s rough

edges and sometimes our own.

~

Let’s put our half-baked

ideas in poetic

form. Maybe they’ll seem profound.

~

Since the earth b-flat,

let’s just drive our trucks right off

and conquer the universe.

Alone in their thoughts,

being such a heavy load,

they labor to preclude it.

~

Having someone to

share our thoughts with makes heavy

loads so much lighter.

As usual, woke

to loud meows, soft whines, my

pets’ version of “hit the deck”.

~

A cat, more subtle,

curls patiently on my chest;

places a paw on my chin.

On this breathless dawn,

time seems to be suspended;

leaves unstirred by any breeze.

~

Where outward stillness

is met by an inward one,

a comforting peace resides.

Hidden by the grass,

two dark rabbits watch and wait

for the time to make their break.

~

Knowing when to break,

from good cover, to take flight

is an art some never learn.

Preparing for war

to ravage my peaceful lawn;

Fox and Rabbit den nearby.

~

They’re not at war. Just

like us they need a home for

themselves and their families.

Just a friendly hint –

tomorrow is Mother’s Day,

wink, wink…thought I’d let you know.

~

For once, reminders,

though welcomed, aren’t required.

Could it be I’m growing up?

You’re never too old

to enjoy a free concert

on a sunny afternoon.

~

No need to leave home.

Just open the door and you’ll

hear the birds singing.