“Always best to keep the head in the clouds…
and feet planted firmly on the ground.
That way the best of both world are at your fingertips!”
“One day a hummingbird flew in–
It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella–
–When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn’t believe I had it–but I could feel the intense life–so intense and so tiny–
…You were like the humming bird to me…
And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together–
–It is not that I fear the knowing–
It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me–it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.”
If my reflection came easily, it would be built upon mirrored waters.
Bathed in twilight’s meandering sun.
Riding in on a high horse.
Several hands high.
Looking back would be nothing but…
an unconditional, good-bye.
The miles ahead?
An easily read map with routes I could choose or deny.
Yet, contemplation, a plethora of shine and showers, not so simple to define.
Its inventory, a snowshoe in the sand.
Too basic to understand.
Repugnant, regurgitated, bliss.
Straight lines to a closed fist.
A well-rounded, linear, first kiss.
If the phrase,
‘I am disappointed in you!’
Could be castrated.
I would hang it upon a wall.
Hung high above the impediments of swollen doors.
Hung high in a disorderly hall
Then, perhaps, an inscription of my own wants…five feet tall.
‘Alas, so am I!’
In equality, the tattered room could be made small.
But the years have fled.
Such as, a prisoner who has committed no crime.
And, I have grown wise enough to know…
Such images are not part of my grand design.