lunch on tuesday

Growing
where planted,
enjoying the view.

the
same things
again and again,
just slightly different faces

piecing
together the
fragments of experience
that will create
a complete
whole

slipping
into skin
that never learned
how to worry about
a universe that might
not always be
on my
side

when
what looks
like the perfect
chair appears on the
horizon, it’s the action of
sitting down in it that
determines if it’s
the right
one.

The same structures
that tower
through
centuries
started with
one simple stone.

Although
we weren’t
able to uncover
that for which we
set out looking, we discovered
that we had been searching for
plum scones at Byron’s Lodge all along.

marvelous
murmurings cast
carelessly earthward by
gamesome rooftop
creatures

Hoisting
antennae up
so that flying
ideas can find me
and send prickles
down my
spine….

starting with little
scribbles of
possibility