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.

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

Earth Day

“Earth Day”

I’d like to own a company
with growth and prospects très immense.
I’d hire folks from left and right.
They’d do so well they’d cease dispute.
The start, I guess, is up to me.
I’ll simply count on common sense.



Asleep, I dreamed of basements empty,
where once my granddads and grandmoms
had put their workshops and their laundries.

In play and work they there engaged in,
but since moved on rather than tarry,
to give us space in which to build on.



Those times in which our powers flicker,
like candles fading in the darkness,
we are required to find renewal,
and realign our steadfast questing.
Each time these storms of soul occur,
it tests our powers of duress.