Unpolished weathered wood plays on my palms,
I pull and reach and pull an even beat
Attending algae'd oars aqueous psalm
Altered by the tangled grass I meet,
in counterpoint  small waves percuss the prow
Accentuating the pause before I cull,
Mellifluous zephyrs bowing across my brow
Enhance the exposition of the gulls,
Above the hem of heaven's dress the bright
Cerulean bodice trilled with Cirrus lace
Beguiles regard, but maddeningly polite
She smooths her skirt across the score of space

Eclipsing a poet's want to read the ruse,
This lady only lingers to amuse.

Adobe skinned mimicry of light,
Piece of pebbly lunar surface fallen
To misty *******, reverse panoply,
Spiny spar of stellar tapestry
Nimbly navigating mortared limbs
In sultry sea-cellar ballet,
Rocky roofed conspirator of clams,
Swarthy pirate, silent smithy of shells.

The meaning fo metathesis si easy ot recall
When you give your love a ikss or throw your sno a ball,
Aks fro sugra ni your cup nad dressnig no the greens
Obedience school fro the pup ro you may riks a scene.

Og fro the glod ni all you od nad when you've done your bets
Relax nad know that you will og fra along your quets,
Snik a putt ot get the pra like pors no the V.T.
Write a sotry, count the stras, climb the lod brich tree.

Nature's Math is Relative:
to each of us - - democratically

your speed of light - - the same as mine
no matter what - - do you place
yourself at the center of things.....

at least of your experience?

time and space - - shrinking - - expanding
justified to velocity

true for one - - likewise for all
in synch with stars - - our eye's perception.


Nature's Mind is Flexible:
with this we play dramatically

life as process - - always flowing
morphing - - surprising - - do you find
your everydays forever fresh.....

at least for one beat of your heart?

one idea - - fading - - growing
briefly a subject of contemplation

clear to one - - peculiar to all
ever evolving - - delight of conception.


Nature's Essence Waves and Points:
appearing demographically

ripples swell - - taking on
locality - - do you take up
space and author consequence.....

at least enough to make one point?

a single wave - - rising - - receding
articulated in commotion

thrill of I - - solace of we
heart and face of realization.

Resplendent rose, luminous green,
Lucid paradisaical palette,
The jewel delivers
It's dyed, distinctive sheen
Graciously, unassumingly

Casting a pink and emerald crewel
Coalescing into traces,
Cuisine for sunbeams
Brushing nature's easel --
Bedecking the constellation lighting on earth,

Realizing among tureens:
Scalloped edge profusions offering
The spoonbill waif
Sweet adrenaline,
Fueling it's sojourn in the atmosphere.

Bird of prey, humming minstrel,
Airy, iridescent meddler
Between red blooms,
Distant gem's sparkle
Gracing redolent, languid afternoons

Cloaked in shimmering velveteen,
Beating velocious wings, remaining still.

Over this I vacillate:
The writing down of verse,
Wealth of language distillate
Quench and cause my thirst.

Easy enough to hesitate
When errands need be run,
Either way I procrastinate
Leaving the other undone.

For quiet I equivocate
Time and time again, for
It is bliss to terminate
The what, the where, the when.

Sometimes I stew in stalemate
Two webs entreat be spun:
Revel in stillness or illustrate,
I pay with time for one.

Rilke said discriminate
If one must write or not,
To breath to write to oscillate
Conundrum of my plot.

Awareness and artistry bifurcate
My will in two extremes,
Yet I know when conjugate
They vivify the means.

Unsure if it is designate
I muse and metaphor,
I know with thrill words compensate
When they begin to roar.

What is the thing that animates
This soul to write a poem,
Passion to note and formulate
Or to be loved at home?