I danced my way through the decades
never taking much notice, taking notice
of things that no one else took notice of
so it seemed, so it seemed, so it seemed.


And then I found a spot
a spacious place
vast in its capacity to love
and I fell in love.

Things happen for a reason, they say
and sometimes I believe that.
a bird sings a flower opens
the Sun comes to visit.

The things I took notice of
as I danced through the years
I take notice of still
and I find I am in love,

Things happen for a reason, they say
and sometimes I believe that.

sub-tropical heat
best observed from a chilled room
with chilled drink in hand

The clown in me
sees the mirror man’s
suffering
and camouflages his pain
into puns.
The jokester runs
fast away
from the truth of today.
He plays
with symbols
to say
that I am not ok
but lets laugh
anyway.

hope the thing with feathers
and I a featherless biped