I often wonder if it's the painting
Which is realistic or...
It's the sky which is artistic....

I retire into the arms of a chair
there is nothing that holds me
except for gravity.

I take a book but cannot see to look
at the written word
I am not stirred by sound,
by sight nor touch,

what is left is nothing and
not much I can do about it
but sit and be held
in the arms of a chair and
wait.

I promise you,
There was once a time
When I was not so alone.

And how precious
That moment was to me then,
And is to me now.

that gaze "you're mine"
sends chills to my spine.

We all know 1 + 0 = 0, but we do not get this Cosmic "joke," this infinite Cosmic truth:  0 has no beginning and no end:  It is infinity is reality is love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Haven't read a poetry without 'nature'