Not now
not tomorrow
not in any future-
the public path
I'll never follow-

nor would its ideology grasp:

it's masked
with a hidden agenda
subtle, surreptitious
clandestine, devious
such I can't ever trust-

all that I am
a simple person
holding to my own
despite everything
faithfully to the last-

not today
not tomorrow
not in the near
or distant future-
only my own path
I'll create
and my living-net
I'll courageously cast

I never took myself
too seriously -
if I were so
how could I be ever happy?

I can help you
only occasionally
but honestly
not perpetually

I can't be
what you are:
I'm the moth
you're the star

*  from Shelley

I ask for so little
I have enough:
my poverty
doesn't put me to task

Flowers, stars and moon

each in singular beauty

endless poetry

.....but sometimes being silly
    makes me truly human and happy