Month: March 2025

Norm gets me a little wet

Norm gets me a little wet
Leaping up from his swim in the pond.
Huffing and panting, he greets me
On the carpet of grass and clover.

He was born to swim.
Every day I see him out there
Bathing, diving; I watch and wave,
Arrested by his beauty.

His downy, feathery breast and head,
Trickling water as he fluffs his crest,
Gleams; shaking off the excess drops,
He beats his wings so close to me.

His red leather mask rings 
Around his eyes' amber irises;
They catch the sun when he tilts his head,
As do his iridescent wings.

A single thought, bacterium-sized,
But then pride: he's so comfortable
With me; and thankfulness: he rests
In the bush beneath my window.

I’m going to sleep

I'm going to sleep—
Every day takes this slope
While we're here. Look! the poles:
Even the stars list hope.

What does a dream hold?
Often therein dread looms,
And what we feel hard melds
With soft inside lead rooms.

What can a dream give?
A background where dooms verge
Upon something more vague
When thought and void merge.

What it takes to wake 
Up: no more than to walk
One step further, to work
For the space/time we talk.

You

You may not think highly 
Of your lot, but blink away
The tears of now. Look ahead,
Peer into how struggle strays.

Turn forward to a new
Force that can burn through a phase,
Work and time to find you've found
The circle you'd roundly raise.

Open your mind, even 
to slopes and blind, snaking slants.
Emphatic mood resonance:
The attitude makes the man.

There are some, very few,
Who are coming. Share your hand
Fearlessly and even-willed;
They'll appear, you'll build the band.

Someday a collective
Will plumb technics you design.
You shall aid their creation,
Trade views from your mended mind.

So for now, don't dismay;
Don't throw down your efforts through
This blue weave of depression.
I do believe. Yes, that's you.