Please,
don’t spill
your glass
of dreams.

They will soak
the rug,
be absorbed
by the mass,
flatten out,
washed away,
and forgotten.

So, ease
into doubts.
All to do
Is endure
for another day.

15 year old dies of cancer
      Celebration of Life
              Compassion

Life is a mess
That sometimes can't be cleaned

People can be soap
Or a rag
Or a towel
You wipe up life with them
And it helps a bit

Unfortunately
Some of them were *****
And spread it all over
Instead of cleaning it up
Like they said they would

Love knows no reason
it mysteriously happens
the why and how they don't matter
in the coming-together

I write
   but no opinion
  do I force
  on the reader:
  I'm no authority
  only the author
  and no doubt
  many would consider
  me just a person
like every other-
( happily I accept
  this nomenclature)

in a better scenario
a few might each be
their own thinker
and regard me
as an experience--sharer -
they would not walk away
nor harsh word mutter
knowing we are each
a life-sojourner

I write and will continue
as a writer
fearless, undaunted
unencumbered
and live in
seamless joy and wonder