memory’s unconscious paths of rightful thinking.
Contrary to pillars of strength, all eyes fall instead,
upon the weakest, least of all, manner of being.
Waving red and silent beacons to passers-by, steering
them away, never letting anything close enough to matter.
Piloting music down strains of unfamiliar tunes, catching
etudes at triangular moments in time, while maintaining
the single square rootedness of sublime concentration from
within.
Snaking through every experience, living to the limit,and enjoying moments for what they are.Grasping details in an open mind, spreading them aroundthrough poetry and rhythmical rhymes.
Preferring the silence of my soul to any activity not matching my moods or attitude.
Being used as a home away from home by an illegal mexican woman.
Holding onto keepsakes and special treasures to pass on to our children and grandchildren for generations to come.
Deciding to advise one not to pay rent, yet won’tput it down in writing – won’t commit to telling thetruth.Leaving a family of four stranded with no where to go.A kind-hearted neighbor offers her vacant house tomove into – rent and security to be paid by the cityof Phoenix – only no one will answer…
Carrying on, watching scenery flow past as I veer and swerve through life by the seat of my pants.Catching the fear, using it to absorb my life in shapes of clouds.
