I'll be with you in a moment

We don't give ourselves

enough credit

for adapting

but praise our 

Evolution

as the golden thumb.

There is a sweet spot-

contentment that tastes like

honey 

when we master

something that was once

difficult.

Habit tastes more like salt. 

It feels good after sweating,

It feels awful when we are bloated.

Choices make us,

luck chooses who and when. 

Accounting is great when 

all of your checks 

balance.

Art should make us feel

there is no right answer.

Sometimes we feel deeply spiritual-

other times we know we are truly animal.

Yet

everybody knows

everything changes.

And after all the full moons

maybe learning to not scratch

every itch

is Joy deserved instead of 

Pleasure served. -

Artwork by Thomas Hovenden (1840-1895) 'Still life with roses and fan', CC0, via Wikimedia Commons in Public Domain. 

Orchestra

As we aim to silence the pain
which we are fairly allotted
by birth-right

a deafening calm consumes us
while focused on the pleasures
overdue to us
in the treble.

Signals cease to lift
the alarm lever,
if we don't
move
our lips

to speak
to the self
in the language of the body.

Before translation
the strangeness deters our curiosity
about how one thing may become another
and make melodies
by note, by color, by shade, by immersion,

there is understanding
needs to be met
and lyrics to listen to
while we move

this way and that
away from where it hurts most
toward what we know
says nothing
about us.



Painting by Wilhelm Carl August Zimmer (1853-1937) / Public domain.