A celebration,

regardless of the reason,

is always a good idea.

~

Who, what, or why we’re

celebrating determines

if it’s good or not.

Knox met a turtle

today, tried to coax him out

of his shell. No luck.

~

Friendly overtures

can often be misconstrued

during initial contacts.

After summer rains,

misty wisps rising in fields;

surreally ethereal.

~

Those wisps remind us

to be on the look-out for

daily mysteries.

So many problems.

So little time. Let’s hope we

can prioritize.

~

Priorities change

with every new election,

yet the problems still remain.

After Cicada’s

incessant drone and chatter,

these woods seem sadly empty.

~

Much like the house feels

when children depart for camp,

travels or college.

Obstruction is the

last resort when the truth is

there for all to see.

~

This is a time when

rebuttal serves no purpose

nor does elaboration.

When tardy becomes

truancy, can we hope to

prevent recidivism?

~

First comes awareness,

then comes desire, then comes

practice, then comes lasting change.

Sudden change is hard

to assimilate. We must

be gentle, give ourselves time.

~

Given enough time,

that sudden change we’re facing

will, most surely, change again.

Some purse their lips to

kiss and others purse their lips

to show extreme displeasure.

~

The same lungs we use

to whisper we holler with;

the intent governs the act.

How many sheepdogs

does it take to safely herd

one myopic ewe?

~

Apparently it’s

two, especially when that old

myopic ewe has no clue.

When judging ourselves,

do we value what we do

over who we are?

~

What we do and how

we do it, reveals who we

are to ourselves and others.

Even the pets felt

today’s heat and showed they much

preferred air conditioning.

~

Meanwhile, I spent

my day proving that adage

‘about mad dogs and Englishmen.

A cool gentle breeze

may be all I desire;

I get hurricane warnings.

~

When the new normal

is hurricanes, a gentle

breeze seems too much to hope for.

I hope the gently

falling rain will wash away

the cares of the day.

~

Falling water

may wash pollen from the air,

but can not resolve all cares.

Traveling up north,

I find Cicadas galore,

risen from millions of holes!

~

Though their journey took

much longer than yours, they stayed

the course, arrived with a song.

I pick up a pen,

make a mark on the paper,

create a wordless poem.

~

Why bother with pens,

or paper for that matter,

since we write with electrons?

Sometimes it may seem

the world is conspiring

to keep you under its thumb.

~

Laughter can loosen

the world’s hold and refresh our

worrisome, world weary hearts.

In that time after

the sharp bite of blaming words,

let’s practice self care.

~

So that we may be

better able to curtail

our acerbic impulses.

Tonight two poets

collaborated to craft

an insurance document…

~

When there’s more reason

than rhyme, poets go into

a sullen decline.

Let’s not focus so

much on the weeds that we fail

to see the flowers.

~

What some may call weeds

are, in truth, simply flowers

which refuse to stay in beds.

How do you confront

paranoid conspiracies

in the unreasonable?

~

If you want to give

the impossible a try,

begin with understanding.

Three car accidents

in our family in one week!

Makes one wonder what is up.

~

Call it bad Karma

or kismet, fate, or bad luck,

it’s certainly worth a miss!

So grateful to have

your calm presence after my

scary encounter with spin.

~

Cultivating grace

in the maelstrom of chaos

is a means of survival.

Slim moony sliver

racing the Sun and Venus

into the western gloaming.

~

There is much action

in the evening sky if we‘d

only take the time to look.

After a hard day

the setting sun can provide

a much needed soft closing.

~

Soft evening breezes

that accompany sunset

ease hard working muscle aches.

Time for Adulting.

Come, my son, to IKEA.

Let us purchase you a dresser.

~.

It’s so amazing

to discover these basic

ways of maintaining order.

It is more common

to search than to allow what

we’re looking for to find us.

~

Seems most commonly

that things looking to find us

are not things we’re searching for.

The slow drizzling rain

at day’s end can not dampen

the day’s earlier pleasure.

~

It can’t interfere

with my evening’s planned pleasure

since it will take place indoors.

Hurry up and wait

seems to summarize my life!

Glad I don’t bore easily.

~

Not by design, but

a balance is struck without

you even trying.