Cold

“Cold”

Ejected from womb’s warm dark pleasure
to nature’s bright and painful cold
we shrilly scream our discontent.
And thus begins our first life’s lesson—
in order stasis to preserve
adapt at once the new with old.

Fear of Flying

“Fear of Flying”

We speak through our persona daily
We panic when we cannot find it
We count on foreground consciousness
As evidence that we exist
As beings of defined degree
Our boundlessness we won’t admit

Ascend

“Ascend”

To travel farther I must use
accumulated intuition
to show what next I need to learn—
with which new skills I can ascend
to higher points providing views
of bold and unforeseen dimension.

Return the Favor

“Return the Favor”

Are you the type who aids or hinders
Or one who swims above the ruckus
Have you been hurt and stayed the course
Or gone to ground to lick your wounds
Are you still rapt with this world’s wonders
The pains and joys that would surround us

Persistence

“Persistence”

I ponder over our lives’ spans
and wonder what true threads lie through
that for us each might show direction
in which to steer what we accomplish.
Who spins those threads? To ask reopens
the chance to make each moment new.