My soul remembers

every piercing jagged step

on that sun-baked gravel lot.

~

And the body stores

that memory in every

cell lest you forget.

The cats brought a mouse

as a breakfast treat and were

perplexed when I wouldn’t eat.

~

Equal, I presume,

was their stunned consternation

when you didn’t give it back!

Equals before God…

Yet we all, somehow, assume

ourselves to be the better.

~

If we really thought

we were equal before God,

we’d treat each other better.

Even with many

letters to choose from, it can

still be hard to find the words.

~

Some things defy words’

ability to convey

the deepness of their meaning

It’s the little things,

Seeming insignificant,

Which are the most important

~

Looking back we can

sometimes see how important

those little things were.

Our wandering pup

now has a tracker so if

he strays from home we will know.

~

So it’s safe to say

you take due notice of him

and tiled him in due form?

Warm spring evening

Resound with persistent peeps;

Tree frogs awakened

~

Knox listens closely,

hoping it’s his beloved

sticks summoning him.

When a smile comes,

pause, inhale fully, exhale

joy into the world.

~

CO2 may be

a joy for plants to behold

but for me, it’s a waste gas.

Encountering gods,

even for the most devout,

is often best avoided.

~

Divine encounters

happen every day, but we

fail to notice them.

Knox decided to

try out for the opera

when he spotted that squirrel.

~

Canine arias,

regardless provocation,

sure are an acquired taste.

Just catching a glimpse

of a squirrel is enough for

Knox to be off and running.

~

Why does that great beast

relish chasing squirrels while my

chihuahua runs chasing bears?

When minds are made up

and hearts are closed, there’s no way

to hold a conversation.

~

No conversation

can ever be successful

with a cement wall.

With mouths afire

in sublime satisfaction,

we depart the restaurant.

~

Sounds like a blazing

good time was had by all, but

I was left out in the cold.

Stop where you are. Look.

Look up. Look down. Look around.

Anything you missed before?

~

I miss days of bliss

full ignorance occluding

political circuses.

Standing here, in line,

performing civic duty,

thinking, “Is this all an act?”

~

An action taken

responsibly is

an act of caring.

A lot is said, but

not much is done in the House

of Non Representatives.

~

Actions speak louder.

Words spoken for the record

underscore deadly silence.

Attend the quiet

gossamers silent drifting

among branches bare.

~

It’s easy to get

caught in that web of beauty

and just stand and stare.

We never know what

the day will bring. It could make

us howl, stomp, or dance and sing.

~

Through hard work we learn

to circumscribe desires

and keep passions in due bounds.

How I long to prise

That bright sparkle, in your eyes,

Imagining my surprise.

~

Bright sparkles light up

my eyes when in your eyes I

see the sparkle of surprise.

February leaped

forward and grabbed an extra

day. What will March gave to say?

~

Knowing its history

March gives February grace

for “rendering to Caesars”.

Nobody designs

their great works for retrofit;

assuring obsolescence.

~

Instead they design

mediocre works that break

and turn a profit.

He thinks his trump card

is a get out of jail free

card. Let’s hope he’s wrong.

~

We can only hope

the era of the “big lie“

finally is in denouement.

Conflicting duties

always leave some unhappy.

Thus you know you’re in demand.

~

Overcommitting

almost always leaves some things

undone and someone upset.

She opened the drawer

of her mind today and found

it crammed full of if onlies.

~

A drawer of regret

in a chest of memories

represents a life well lived.

Kudzu and bamboo

battle for supremacy

in a place neither belong.

~

Invasive species

are everywhere. They even

besieged our own capital.

As hard as we try,

we can’t magically turn

all wrongs into rights.

~

The best they can do

is convince us that are right

are too wrong to be preserved.

Cerulean skies,

so blindingly electric…

I think I’ll go back to bed.

~

Cerulean skies,

blinding sun, or shifting gray

clouds – any excuse will do.

The days sail by but,

having missed the boat, we stand

on shore lost at sea.

~

But if we remain

on the docks, our hats in hand,

our journey makes no progress.

Have we had enough

accepting just good enough

when we never get enough?

~

Is enough ever

really enough for any

dissatisfied soul?