The heavenly wheel

Makes a graceful rotation

Spinning stars apart

There is a t-shirt

Consigned to the bottom drawer

That deserves a chance

In life's mysteries

There's simply no accounting

For laughter's delight

Another sock’s gone

Separated from its mate

In laundry’s vortex

The elegant game

No clock, no whistles, no fouls

Just a ball and bat

A slight shadow falls

Between now and memory

Creating suspense

Just beyond loving

Without an obligation

A place where it’s safe

Can you remember

Before anything you knew

Formed an opinion?

The finest wild path

Trod by the javelinas

Following the land

Try to imagine

If there was no yesterday

And all is unique

Could she have been near

To hearken her fawn’s last cry

Or watch the crows feed?

Faith is fickle food

Nutrition of the spirit

Narcotic of sense

For transparency

To see the inner being

Talk to jellyfish

While I was human

On this delicate planet

I marveled each day

Madness of moonshine

Shalled in a gossamer veil

She dances at midnight

There is no Kindness

Like the soft ears of a dog

Or its warm brown eyes

When seas are too high

And the fisher cannot sail

He sings and mends nets