I had a planet,
just a little one
but still.

it had activities--
recreational
illicit
volcanic.

from a promontory above one of its seas,
I pondered what to do with a drunken sailor
early in the morning.

I had to rent out my little planet
due to the commute.
Years passed.

When I returned and saw
what the renters had done,
I brought the flood in my righteous anger.

Things are better now,
lo these many months gone by.

I have a koi pond with native goldfish.
I sleep in until lazy o'clock
or until the stars wheel above my gingerbread cottage.

The sailor got sober, survived the flood,
and sings, "Weigh-hay and up she rises"
when I stir

both my happy ***,
and the coffee he has kindly fixed
the way he knows I like it.

I have a planet,
just a little one
but still.

Respiro en paz,
mi café favorito canta.
Recuerdo de primavera
despierta en mi taza.
El sol toca la ventana,
mi corazón se siente a gusto.

Los pájaros cantan,
El aire habla,
un susurro silencioso
Mientras miro-
el goteo del fregadero.

Today I woke up
Birds chirping
Frogs screeching

The sunshine dawning down on me
Not a raindrop in sight
Will today be a good day?
Who knows really
All I can do is try my best today

The air feels soft-
A little breeze
The coffee is hot-
Good enough for me

The machine rattles as the beans-
Get crushed up with the water,
How lovely to see

Shoes waiting patiently to be worn
Not today I've sworn
I'll take it easy for a day
And make the most of it-
Today.

I wake up to nothing
       but chirping birds
            and the drip of coffee
                   pouring down,
            and wonder how I feel
       about it all—
             and find it refreshing
       to know I see it
            like a fairy fountain,
       standing tall—
calling me to slip on shoes
    and even walk on air
         if that’s what I choose.

we sit,

letting latte sugar
harden,
in coffee-less
cups,

chit chatting,

feeling “alchemistry.”
we darken dusk,

& **** light
out of glowing “OPEN”
signs,  

then blow galaxies
out the sunroof

as we listen to Lauryn
Hill. her lyrics
levitate.  

a tasseled red heart,
dangles

from the rear view
angled, just right.

i, at her glance,

stare
hapless, like the moth
chasing moon

light, beyond glass…