lunch on tuesday

it’s
hard to
say goodbye to
people who know
you so
well

reading directions is
one thing,
but
following them
is quite another.

encouraging form, sense, meaning to
hop from careful, clinical,
conscious thought into
immediate, uninhibited
intuition

today, it’s kleenex not tissue,
jello not jelly. i’m
coldish, so i
win by
default.

now
light, I’ll
take the time
to walk, and linger,
and smile at the cars
whizzing so fast past moseying me.

right
in front
of me, there
dances an entire wondercosm
of peaceful entities,
forever galumphing
gracefully.

mom,
when i’ve
got a cold,
it seems there is
only one universal
truth worth
contemplation:

orange jello in a white bowl

what
is ‘normal’?
the only things
that can be said
with certainty are the things
that nobody wants to hear:
to be ‘healthy’ is
to continue on
without any
answers.

tulips
just like
to show off
once in awhile,
okay? who
doesn’t?

that’s what
gardens are for….

it’s
harder to
wait a minute
than a
year