Yard Birds

Timid now
A scruffy few
Softly in the underbrush
Look on
Recalling flocks
As light as air
And no fear

#poetry

Canadian Foreign Affairs

In the shadow of Colossus
Massive and unmoored
Sleep what sleep we get
Within striking distance
Of a shit storm at a train wreck
Just south of here

"My Friend, you're depriving some villge of a perfectly fine idiot."

Creativity

I inhabit the space
Between
Your next thought
And your last
Sit quietly
Hands folded
Curious to see
What you are about
To become

The Quality of Mercy
What you dreamt that night
All sweat and clenching sheets
What came out of you then
Sweet as the night is sweet
Is not gone
It hides among the children
Waiting for you
To turn around

The stream grows wide
Yet the brook has narrowed
All that cannot be becomes
All that is relents
All that held me now dissolves
The space I face retreats
I see a darkness
Rolling in and know
I am not moving thru time
Time is moving thru me

Leaving X felt like fleeing on horseback, leaping off a cliff into cool water, swimming off while an army of snarling Orcs could only look on and sneer. Sort of.