Your Being

Ode to your benign
Longevity.

Like a ray that can pass atmos-
Pheres

And shines through;
Oh upward beam.

Like light that shines
When there is no sun.

Made for us by us.

This, on being benign.

Where there’s more
To tell, there’s more

To know.

Thank you for
Being you.

Two Lines That You Follow

Two lines that you follow,
Not single file like elementary
School;

Two lines not paths, for
There are many paths one
May follow and can cross.


Two lines where-within
structure meets premise
Meets subtext meets
clause meets
Purpose meets context meets.


Meets muse.

Two lines where-
Within everything met; in

between the
Lines, if you follow.


Plume to ink to sheet
Within two lines you follow.

Up

There is a well I’ve
Known.

A deep grey space that
looks like day old clay

where to
sorrows fled.

I’m sad for sorrow’s sake.

It was deep and grey.
Dwell the well,

Where I fell heavily.

Damp, cold, deep grey
crevasse

Where I
Laughed.

I smiled, as

All the sadness died upward,
Up and Up.

All the way to well,
for sorrows sake.