When reason knocks at

our door, will we have enough

love to open it?

~

 Reason’s gentle raps

are often overshadowed

by fury’s loveless drumming.

Deep contentment comes

when belly, heart, and mind are

aligned and at peace.

~

Underestimate

sacral, throat, and the third eye

and content will elude you.

There is a difference

between pride and hubris,

some just can’t tell which is which.

~

Puffed up, inflated

or just pleasantly fulfilled? 

There’s a world of difference.

The White House went dark.

How will we know what’s figure

and what’s ground? What will shed light?

~

We must look within,

when sudden darkness descends,

for beacons to light our way.

Hasty lines in sand

lead to unintended strife

when egos come in to play.

~

If egos learned to

play, perhaps then there would be

more enjoyment and less strife.

Daffodils brighten

the landscape and remind us

Spring is on the way.

~

Spring IS on the way,

but my fellow poet has

surely fled the scene.

Belying blue skies

and sunny, springlike, weather

comes grey news of grim futures.

~

If they would just stop

 denying reality,

we’d have a brighter future. 

March morning – not much

warmth, but lots of light, like all

those hard truths we’ve come to know.

~

Harsh light can’t banish

lingering sinister chills

but can dispel illusions.

Practice makes perfect

or so they say, but who are

they anyway? 

~

Mostly amateurs,

too puffed up and self assured

to embrace imperfections.

In the day’s hurry

may we pause and remember

what really matters.

~

Calm’s overrated…

or, at least, I think it is…

I really can’t remember.

How can we apply

the Occam’s Razor precept

to human motivations?

~

No need to pretty

things up. We basically want

 what we want when we want it.

When the dust begins

to settle and the air starts

to clear, what becomes of fear?

~

In the aftermath,

as the fog of war burns off,

past terrors feel less fearsome.

The pendulum swings,

but the day and I stall so

I decide to sleep.

~

All clocks require

periodic rewinding

to continue keeping time.

Lasting change begins

when we tenderly hold who

we were, are, and still could be.

~

Guess the time has come

to resort to movie quotes:

“I have no response to that!”

Trying to change roles

from rescuer to coach – not

as easy as it might seem.

~

Sometimes coaches must

just let the swimmer flounder

until they hit their rhythm.

That Bald Eagle feasts,

unfazed by speeding traffic,

upon this road-killed carcass.

~

Sometimes the feaster

himself becomes the feast as

many opportunists learn.

Bite-sized poetry –

it doesn’t have to be an

epic to make your heart sing.

~

Sometimes a light snack

nourishes the spirit more

than a heavy, meaty, meal.

Crocus demonstrate

even when all seems bleakest

life and hope remain.

~

Even when unseen

 hope is always there, ready,

like the crocus, to flower.

Day’s grand opening –

large snow flakes, some ice, some rain.

What will day’s finale be?

~

Reallocate snow

from our northern border. We

must build a bigly igloo!

Oh how I wish we

could make America great

with a no confidence vote!

~

It is indeed a

national emergency

when demagogues rule.

A pink and purple

skyway, dotted here and there

with pirouetting Starlings.

~

When we turn our eyes

to the sky, our sinking mood

may rise and pirouette too.

February rains –

kids complain it isn’t snow,

but keep hoping for a freeze.

~

Any rain that falls

when the freezing point is near

would be more welcome as snow.

Failing health does not

define disability,

that’s capitulation’s insult.

~

One man’s failing health

could well be another man’s

disability.

Humpy Trumpy stands

for a wall, lost his balance,

could take a great fall.

~

All Senate horses’

asses and Congressional

toads can’t keep his cracked mind whole.

Do you ever feel

like you’re a small particle

in another’s universe?

~

Every vast ego

underestimates microbes

until the fever rages.

Center has not held.

The falconer’s gone golfing

on his executive time.

~

Evangelicals,

see him slouching toward the swamp

and golf-clap with dispassion.

We’re here now, but we

never know when we will go.

How then should we spend our time?

~

Best to go quickly!

Once the government shuts down,

we’ll spend all our time in line.

What should the statute

of limitations be on

gross insensitivity?

~

Sensitivity

can’t be regulated. It 

has to be cultivated.

How many times must

we go down these roads before

we realize they are dead ends?

~

As long as we walk

with eyes and hearts and minds closed,

we will ever lose our way.

In a life filled with

external demands, it can

be hard to tend to the soul.

~

Soul tending demands

fierce internal assessment

and clear external report.