THE WHEEL IS SILENTLY STILL/poets united midweek motif/running


There was a time in my life
I was the guinea pig
Running on the wheel
So much to do

Over time
I have slowed down
I focus on what is important
I give it the time needed
I resent all that takes me from
The studio

My life is focused
Sometimes I feel I am
A lighthouse keeper
Alone in the tower
Looking at the world
I can see in the distance
The future appears
The past is silent

I am at home
Here on the mesa
The sun rises
And the sun sets
The wheel no longer spins
There is no more running


June 6, 2018




WHO AM I/imaginary gardens of real toads


I am a gatherer of words
I fill my basket daily
Always looking for
Associations and descriptions
To define this world
I live in

I have been told
I am a master of color
But what does that mean
Color like words
Defines this world
Color is everywhere
And so sociable

Color is never
Found alone
Rather in groups
Like gangs reaching for me
I wear a cheery smile
A mask to hide
My sadness

No, mine is not greater
But it is a crack
Deep into my crust
I relate to the earth
Millions of years old
Tired and worn
And yet we both continue

I sing my song
Like the song of the whale
I am not finished
A work in progress


June 6, 2018