Fluttering…

Stepping off the ledge
the fledgling fluttered
And sputtered and flew
into his new life
Of soaring on the breezes
in joy
Morning for a Change

Morning for a Change

Oblique light of dawn

Spotlights
Tulip festooned branches
bejeweled with sparkling dew
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Birds have been awake
for hours
Twittering and whistling
making their remarks
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Still, my mind…
Full, my heart…
Rhythm of the Day

Rhythm of the Day

Fully in sync

with the rhythm of the day
He flowed through the activities
on a joyous cloud of excitement
Riding the thrill
that used to be called fear
The Story

The Story

The story goes without moving
takes us on a journey
through time and space
without ever leaving our seat
And when it is complete
our bodies believe we’ve been
in spite of the cricks and stiffness
due to lack of actual movement

Time to step out of the story
and go for a walk

Story

How is what I say any different
from what you say or she says or he says?
It is but thought described
in word or deed or image
a photograph, if you will
of a moment in time
and by the time it is expressed
it is a solid bit of evidence
no longer in the now moment
except as this static piece of history
from one perspective
it is all story

Mad Dog

Mad Dog

Mad dog barking
at the gate
Ready to burst free
rush past implements of reason
Enter the wilderness
in feral abandon
Sink toes in mud
and staunch the wild storm
running with the wind…
So, where’s your mad dog at the moment?