The calcs are made, predictions checked,
and now we sit and idly wait
and hope that they were not for nothing.
But wait, oh joy! Here’s something else,
another outcome to project!
Yet more we can anticipate.



I seem to live between appointments
with doctors of the health profession
who read the omens of my being
and give me counsel I should follow.
And in the case that I resist,
My life expectancy will lessen.



My mother died the year two-thousand
And in my soul I felt quietus
My driving spirit gone astray
It’s been awhile I’ve felt adrift
But now I’m cooking once again
Supported by my inner Venus

Direction Too

“Direction Too”

The physics and the martial arts
I studied hard to find direction.
They satisfied up to those points
at which I ran into hard limits.
And though since then I’ve added new parts
the things to learn will never end.

Without Embroiling

‘Without Embroiling”

The way I used to watch the news shows
was giving too much stimulation:
my inner calm gave way to raging,
peace lost to storied tension traps.
In order that these not impose,
I switched to poise to not get caught in.