And then I saw it,
At dusk, beating its small wings.
A guest from heaven.

tiny pains
add up

a microscope
sees inside to

another layer
of life

living beings
feeding on me

these creatures
creating their

own lives
spreading their

perfect children
throughout me

they are not
bad

in the human
sense of the word

but

they are bad
for me

Savior or Savor


E.B. White

“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning, torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
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E.B.
you trap me tween savior and savor
and my plans well prescribed on a yellow pad
get ignored and the ignorant fool not cool

the poetry plane is my escape route
but that is now a locked door, saying goodbyes,
can neither save nor savor,
sorry have to return your world weary wise favor

frozen on a verse, a line too far for my composing,
but thanks for alliterating my stuck place

torrential down pour
life giving water for plants
sad at the window

Rolling
over and over
and over again

wrapped tight like
a Birchbark canoe

mute starlight
tapping and scratching
at my window

sleep, that dark
river I seek

night, oh holy
water, sink me

drown me deep
down in the black
mud below you.