fingers type.....................stay,
tablet writes..................stray

she says..........................stay,
ears hear........................stray

the heavy plodding feet speak..............stay
the weak fear of the Unknown in the chest signals,.............stray
can't stay,
brain refrains, too late

body in motion,
new course heading
new coarse heading,
zig zag away from the destroyers
stray

you write....................................stay
but heart mimes silently...........stray,


always follow your heart
even as the fingers come along weeping,
but even these culprits,
they follow as well,
knowing you, already aching,
have to

~for James~

the record shows the obvious
is oft
overlooked

endless drench of words excessive,
incessant,
like a rainy day lockup that
irritates

until you reflect

let me search out for
gems and jewels,
new poems still unread,
missed, but not missing

for the quality of
good poetry
has no time limit or expiration date

and waits patient
just for you

for the soul of each poem understands,
eternal,*
far better than we humans