I kick the pile of ants see
them get fired up
little specks all running wild
rebuild that nest
protect their queen
just to wonder life
how mysteriously
glorious
those specks of dirt almost
have a destiny as
much as ours
and who's to say
we will always be
the Kings and Queens
someone small
or unseen
may someday kick
our nest

I smiled
at the nurse practitioner
as she googled me
checked my prostrate
found my web site and
found I was still
young enough
young enough
not dead yet
I wanted to yell into her
stethoscope
want to have a cup
of coffee later, babe?

it has  been said
abstinence
makes the hard grow longer

I am waiting

a piano quartet
opposed an orchestra
on a stage
somewhere in
Prague
along the lines of a battle of the stars
I watched
glistening composed

as the pianos chorded on
the violas and flutes bass drums
clarinets
resounded back
their answers
as I heard the crescendos the tête–à–tête's
the bravados
the claims made by the piano strings
almost immediately
came a retort from the
bold deep cellos
on stage

and shrill the pianos all four resounded in
questioning and the orchestra
became all hinged in
higher and higher
spine tingling notes
and the bass resounded
deep within
and the conductor danced

the hall became a rave
the tuxedo'd dude
jumped headlong into the crowd
on arms was sent to the back of the crowd
and forward again
then silence as he mounted the stage in triumph
raised his arms

and the whole ****** stage enlivened
the audience cheered
lighters were lit
and champagne busted
everyone got wet
I experienced a glimpse
of
Symphonic gorgeousness
and piano men
conjoin
to
make heaven

Near the raging valley and storm-lit low land
Where trees twist and rivers climb
With hands wet and withered by sand
I seal a footprint in the salty brine.

On an unknown morning with ropes coiled
With knots undone and sheet-lines free
As the main-sail fills with a single sweet breath
A far away sigh heralds forth an anointed plea

And thrice I hear a call: “To Eternity,
Eternity, Eternity.”

On a sojourn beyond this heavy gale
To an invite written in the ink of love
My soul slips quietly on the uncharted sea
Heeling on the whisperings of mercy

Taking flight to a new found fate
Moving silently as tides rise freely                    
Where an unsoiled spirit awaits
By the light which foils the last sky

I thrice hear the call: “To Eternity, Eternity,
Eternity”