Fragile the moment,
mystery its own brevity,
its inevitable passing
the poetic sorrow
of every sentient soul.

This night
my mind is a homing pigeon eager to vector notes
to and from a distant
unmet,
Unconsummated
love.
It's the message content
I struggle.
Is it love when your words fillet me open
and render me carrion
in my own dreams?

There are a plethora
of Snowy Owls this year.
Their food source,
Arctic lemmings
were likewise in abundance.
Cause and effect
ripple outward as
quantum particle waves
require observation
to lock a path in time and place.

January,
rare
cross hatched
jet
conrtrails
inseminate
this receptive Carolina sun,
Emblazing this mountain azure sky,
framming Appalachian
repeat
peaks ,
terrace stone floors,
and hardwood grandeur.

The black cat,
Laying on my green bed,
Framed in panes of winter light,
Is in the purist state
Of buddha mind.

The improbability of you,
Shooting star,
Birthed in the caldera
Of a winged widget
Ejecting celestial dust,
Now your dance floor
Is the Universe.
And you dance and dance
to the delight of your seasons,
Inspiring your myriad friends.

The improbability of you,
Shooting star,
Birthed in the caldera
Of a winged widget
Ejecting celestial dust,
Now your dance floor
Is the Universe.
And you dance and dance
to the delight of your seasons,
Inspiring your myriad friends.