Quiet Musings
I wonder then
Many have as well
What our purpose
In this world
May be
And yet
These wonders,
I wonder
Do they occur
To the common salamander
As she rests
Betwixt the underside
Of a rotting log
And the mossy ground?
No,
I don’t think they do.
So then,
Just as she - the tiny and color splotched salamander, does
Prancing her joyful dance on the forest floor after each fresh rain
Digging her soft fingers into the moistened ground for grubs
Migrating from the water and wiggling to the forest and then back again
All the while these wonders occur outside her musings
Just as she,
So too will I
Forever & Always
On the edge of twenty one.
I was young, wild, and free.
Harming no one but myself with good times and whiskey neats.
He was there too, so available but unattainable.
The attraction was strong, undeniable.
Chemistry between us so hot, electrifying, flammable.
We were friends at first, then lovers at a later date.
Wild rides together on dirt roads, back seats, and tailgates.
His blue eyes and toothy grin made my body ache.
“I’d go anywhere with you.”, from the bottom of his heart.
Moonshine soaked nights, forgetting where we parked.
Strolling down Royal Street, looking for that bar.
Walking through that corn field because I never had before.
All the passionate fights, racy nights, and the time we broke the head board.
We created something there isn’t words for.
On the edge of thirty three.
Still young, wild, and free.
He’s there too. Forever & always. Undeniably.
Hibernation is over.
Listen. It's time we talk.
Do you mind going for a walk?
I know you love things simple,
but your meato-keto diet gave your smile another dimple.
Time to take away the bourbon you consume with your beast of burden.
For you are not a caveman
nor a farmer of the land,
but rather
a 21st century man.
the loving
In the rain I like singing
and in puddles jumping
occasionally dancing
alternatively dashing
running and rushing
from downpours escaping;
but if it’s just misting
or dripping and spritzing
a gentle though chilly face and hand wetting
hand in hand with my darling
to be sure I’ll be ambling
or quite slowly strolling
frequently joking
and chatting and laughing
till tears are a’flowing
and we are a’rolling
faces a’glowing
all the while knowing
the rain we’re not noting
our steps it’s not slowing
lost as we are in the moment, the loving
