Hi you say
I wish I were
The stuff of dreams or so it seems is a world of wonder if it's time to seek
What a glorious day for happy toes at play on Pismo Beach
It's a bright morning
Of another shining day
A blessing it is that Life holds sway
With a brilliant glow and van-tastic sight
All made possible by those billowing winds, huffing and puffing last night
A nice position that ensures no concern with people who flop
Is experiencing the casual ebb and flow of ultra green tree tops
Hank and Frankie had their usual convention and loud beak fights
And then dived off the balcony railing versus soaring in flight
In addition to tossing my mollusk shells for no valid reason
So I threatened them both with a flame thrower later this season
The ***** are polished with a Biore Charcoal Scrub sheen
Which helps me enjoy the neater environment that someone else just cleaned
Yet,
One never knows how that day or this will be framed
Yesterday, making miso soup, my right front stove burner burst into flames
In the ensuing panic with many motions that were manic
It was way too scary with fire alarm screaming something about a wire
Luckily, I remembered my fire safety training re how to put out a grease fire
I was cooking miso soup
How did that cause a combustible grease loop ?
All made stranger by the proverbial question of why
It's been weeks since I used the stove to fry
It just goes to show
Between the bed and the door
Near the thin edge of a sheet of paper things can turn to crapping
On any given day - at any given time - anything can happen

I am patient she said
Excellent ~ I am trying to learn that trait ~ he said
I don’t need much she sighed
I don’t have much he replied
No need for the cover of a starry night
Right now ~ late morning ~ seemed just about right

A conjoined twin run thru a warm sensitive shower
Was only 7.25 minutes yet seemed like an hour
Let me dry you she said
That would be nice he said

Start with a soft touch she requested
Tender forehead kisses he behested
Soft ocean music floated sweetly around
In position, they rolled and rollicked
****** and frolicked
As if enjoying an overgrown wheat grass meadow ~ thumping the ground

Passion flowed in a steady stream
Loud and heated they both screamed
I need you she said
I luv you he said
There is one thing left he said
My intense lover ~ you broke the bed

During the anticipation and transitioning of a beautiful morning sunrise sky
Five minutes of mindfulness and quiet breathing gives me a reason to fawn
There is a magic-ness waiting and watching for dawn
There is internal balking at impending healthy walking
My attention switches
I seem concerned about a proper Thai lunch venue
And whether luv is on the menu
An afternoon nap is refreshing for an old sap
A pink blue sunset quietly paints the evening sky
Such a wonderful feast for tired, sore eyes
I spend dark night hours interweb surfing, online backgammon, watching some Masterpiece views of a dead monarch’s family fight
Hoping and praying for a continuous sleep filled night

This all happens over the course of a day

Franzie, the monkey in the tree
Can’t see me
But then again, he’s not looking

Unnamed and uncounted millions of bees
traveling in a big dark cloud
Are buzzing too loud
I would tell them but they are not listening

Henry, the biggest pig in the pen
Is laughing and joking with his friends
Waiting to be fed

Tex the dog sitting on the log
Is barking at a frog
The frog barks back

A random bird is skirting on the breeze
But the second mouse gets the cheese
There’s a lesson in that

Yodel, my owl’s mood is foul
One of many reasons for his scowl
The late night flight was tiring

Vaca, my cow is studying a new method for chewing cud
He is not in a hurry  - his life is good
Plus the pasture is verdant green and full

The rhyme in me mind goes on and on
The light in me window says here comes dawn
Tired over and hung out
Here comes sleep

When I have to cry
I cry in the shower
The water is already running
So the tears do not taste as sour
**** those memory triggers that were set
In a line of yesterdays that are even now, still wet

Breathing lives have been snatched right out of my arms
Twice I have been left holding nothing
Those vapid claims of having loved and lost
Are not worth the useless fabric decorating the funeral bunting
The thief of air has vanquished me to a life alone
Some days I feel I can’t wait to move on

When I have to cry
I prefer the daylight hours
While draining the overused tear ducts
I imagine watering imaginary flowers
It does not take much to start this frenzy
A word or thought is enough to start a tizzy

This exercise is more than enough
To start the pain running and speeding
If You have experienced a patch as rough
The Writer thanks You for taking the time
And doing the reading

One day – this day
I watched the weather quickly turn
While futzing around and watering my fern
I no longer care what the day is called
Yet I can feel the chill and know it is Fall
The calendar sez find peace then write
The monkey mind fights back - feeling contrite

One day – today
I ditch the coffee and down some tea
The most probable effort from yesterday’s
to do list is item #3
Fix the bay window on the north side
And stop the draft
It’s a good time to test if I have
a handle on the mason’s craft

Today – this way
I could choose to think / write about
love won, love lost and love true
I could practice Bach to sharpen my mind
and give my fingers something to do
Some time will be spent in mindfulness
And some time will be enjoyed in playfulness

One day – this day
Everything will be a snap
No amping up or bugging out crap
Thru dimensional ethers and quantum time across the miles
I am sending You a huge, goofy but loving smile

returning from a social meeting
lightly stepping on a deserted street
there is no streetlight to guide my feet

though bundled up tight for a cold night
my face feels the crispy wind is making the skin flake
as an intense blowing shear takes a bite
wasn't this the short cut i used to take
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is pumping hard
asking how i got here

a winged shadow appeared when i stopped
i nearly peed my pants doing a side step dance
but reason held out as it was just a concrete molding
in the moon's trance
from a building on the right - up top

i hear a single, solitary, solo drum in the distance
maybe someone to help identify my last mindless turn
lightly stepping on this deserted street
attention is paid to the increasing beat
is the brain asking for faster feet
then when i focus
it's my own **** heartbeat
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is amping and freaking
asking how i got here

a dislogded, free minded, loudly rolling can
rattled my lunch
breathe breathe breathe
follow that black and grey two toned cat
surely it has a hunch

three echoing shots
followed by a gut level scream
now i am completely locked in
is this a dream

to reconnect and find my way home
i vow to never ever again
forget my phone

it seems much colder
as i turn another corner
following the sounds of the sirens
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is hurting now
asking where are these environs

blood was everywhere
the street, the windows, the walls
first responders were in slow motion
but at least they answered the call
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is out of control
asking how i got here