Tuesday, January 6, 2015


 as above,

I found this list
of places to look-up
without a stiff neck:
only paused wondering,
shaded eyes looking…
At that!


so below…


even more-so here: there’s
no fancying flight or Newton’s defying
antics …just being, sometimes
discarded or maybe lost?
my cosmos reflected in a storm’s drain
refraining from judgement


as within,


Can I do the same?
Within this cosmic realm of daily
Creation in waking and sleeping?
Promising everything?
Expecting nothing….
Whether I deserve it or not?


so without…


the mirror finds me:
with my naked words
whispered with a reader’s inflection
transcending  mortal immortality.