Half-dozen Mud cakes

Back to wood

decks, quarter-size spiders, webs, moss 

and creatures stirring in the hollow

nights

Back to no

side-walks and skirting into the duff

or mud when cars and trucks pass

close-by

Back to walking

in the woods, again, sheltered 

from the horizon and its deep-wide

glistening

Ends of days

In so many ways

I thought I would 

Never

Be back

It all seems

to stay the same

Except I

Must leave again...

And then again

If I never left

I would never be

Back. 

Painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 'Combing' c. 1891 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Buffet

One day, it will all work out for the best.

One day, karma will come.

One day, destiny will find you.

One day, it will be easy, one day it will be hard,

One day it all happened-as it should.

One day we will be together, one day apart,

One day we see eye to eye, one day we disagree

One day, or today, you say, we will,

One day, it may take longer to get there,

One day, I looked, as of

Today, it took

One week (will) to say no more.

To blend in and get the right shade of Hope

moving past

One and blending together for more. 




Painting by Imre Ámos, 1939 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.