High speed internet

here at last! Grandchildren might

linger longer now.

~

…on the other hand…

“I.T, Guy” installed software

to “troubleshoot” from far away.

With insomnia

One might expect more product:

Awake don’t equal focused!

~

Focus is sometimes

beyond our dreams whether we’re

asleep or awake.

This creative rush

trying to sweep me away:

Gulf Stream, or just rip-current?

~

It could be that it’s

simply an outpouring of

genuine creative joy.

Even though the sky

is dark and covered with clouds,

the sun is still there.

~

The sun’s always there

Spreading warmth, if not it’s light

Upon the creatures below

The mind plays games

with incoming data sets,

crafting strange realities.

~

Ah, the stories we

can tell using whatever

data, true or not, we find.

Saw heron and hawk

today, modeling both how

to balance and how to soar.

~

Saw possum and fox

tonight, modeling their skills;

when to freeze or run away.

When bombarded with

stuff, it’s hard to pause and breathe,

but it’s better if we do.

~

All that stuff; worthless!

Unless, we experience

every faceted aspect.

When our views are fixed

and we fixate on things we

can’t fix we can come unglued.

~

Even I can not

affix some deeper meaning

to that broken start, sorry.

At each other’s throats

about every little thing

though it’s all unimportant.

~

Rather than being

at each other’s throat, let us

listen to each other’s heart.

Some days we seem to

be thwarted at every turn.

Patience Tests, please take a rest!

~

Obstructions challenge

some people to exercise

greater creativity.

The poet’s not proud

to receive his accolades…

but his dad’s got that in spades!

~

May he savor this

sweet moment as much as his

proud family does!

It feels good to know

you’ve given your best ’til your

inner critic demands more.

~

Critics need to learn

they can’t let perfection be

their only yardstick.

As daylight’s hope fades

into ever darker night

we clutch the promise of dawn.

~

Day to dusk to night

to dawn – yet still we resist

the cyclic nature of time.

Tornado warning

interrupts argument. We

find a shelter in silence.

~

Sometimes bad events

can produce great advancement

in a way nothing else can.

Look at those people,

Idle rich and working poor,

Have they got aught in common?

~

When we look beneath

the separating surface

we find shared humanity.

When we rush to get

somewhere, we can go to some

places we’d rather not be.

~

Why bother rushing?

You’ll miss so much on the way!

It’s all about the journey!

A frigid sunset,

repeat with colored splendor,

can warm spirits, hearts, and souls.

~

Warmth can be found on

the coldest of days if we

take the time to look.

A playful male fox

eyes her from afar, wonders

who’s that vixen in the car?

~

Vixens often drive

bright-eyed foxes to wonder

why they stay so far away.

Something of value

may have no intrinsic worth,

but it is far from worthless.

~

Photographs that bring

back memories of times shared

with a loved one are priceless.

When we see how we’re

depicted in another’s

story, it can be a shock.

~

Some shocks startle us

into making needed change,

others just electrocute.

Like some huge millstone,

this six pound dog anchors me,

firmly, to this comfy spot.

~

My eighty pound dog

interrupts my busyness,

invites me to play.

After a long day

we want to wave work away

and make room for rest or play.

~

Having our druthers

may be one of many things

that await retirement.

I’d give cold hard cash

to see a court nominee

give that Senator what for!

~

What’s that Senator

for anyway? All we hear

is what he’s against.

Mini choices made

throughout the day tip the scale

to the plus or minus side.

~

It’s those little things

that truly make the difference

in the lives of Everyman.

Ill-conceived actions

and gross miscalculations

construct the perfect mousetrap.

~

The world won’t beat paths

to rat Putin’s door to watch

him get caught in his mousetrap.

The pond is caressed

by wind and light as birds sing

mid-day lullabies.

~

That’s quite a journey,

when you consider darkness

once rested on the deep’s face.

Unlikely beach scene

gracing my waking window;

perhaps a precognition?

~

Whether the beach scene

was from the past or future

it brought grace to the present.

Knox offered the cats

a chance to play hide and seek,

but they huffingly declined.

~

Hide and seek with Knox?

Akin to playing slap-jacks

with a rattlesnake!