There's a reason there's a path outside your door
that leads to a road
that leads to an interstate,
that leads to an airport.

And there's a reason that planes fly from that airport
to one near here.

Same reason that airport has a road
that leads to a highway
a highway that they are repairing as we speak
that leads to my town
to a path that leads to my door

And its not just coincidence.

Any more than its coincidence that you are reading this.

My goat has a speech impediment
when the doctor checked her throat
she could only say "AAAAAAAAAAAhhh"
not "ahhhhhhhhh"

The doctor broke the news to me one day
'your goat....has an impediment' he bleated quietly

I dashed out of his AAhffice
AAhway from his AAhccusatory statements
AAhnd rushed into the legs of my goat

'Goat...what are your legs doing there?'
i asked

and I looked up
and saw the goat dAAhngling above my head
'what in the world?!' I AAhxclaimed
'dearest Goat-etha, I had no  AAhdea you could fly'

"every since AAh shAAhared mAAh secret, AAh felt so free, AAh could fly"
(she didn't sound like she had an impediment to me)

'but Goat-etha, you know you can't fly'

and she crashed to the ground
crushed by the knowledge
that not everything is possible

'dear Goath-etha, I still love you, you know'

and she stood back up
and ironed her previously-crushed legs
and walked to the doctor's office
and gave that man a kick in the bAAhlls

A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.

Let it always be
Us beneath this tree
Brittle leaves in our hands
Are crushed forever into sand
And someday so will we

And I want you to know
I'll hold you through the snow
The treeflowers will bring
Us their fruit in the spring
So we never have to go

I promise to stay true
Like the strong wind which blew
All the leaves from your hair
They turned to dust in the air
And one day we will too

I wish I could find the edge of the world
and revel in its majesty for only a minute
so that I may know the splendor of life
in the reflection of the human soul.

I had my first taste of life last night.

It was an odd combination of
doubt,
desire,
depression,
hope,
and sudden relief.

And it left my lips
chapped and tingling-
craving for more.

Im just a young man
Looking for the truth of reality
Tragically knowledge and its absence
Left a casualty of character
Intangible beliefs left in heaps
Banged and battered
Beneath the battery of ignorance
Discovered by man with,
Thoughts hovered in cerebral;
Elevation looking down
Upon ants filled with elation
Where are these questions floor?
Only truth is there is none
2+2=4 and then some