Our Garden Seen

through this garden walked
many times, I have,
years ago, dance and sing
playing along the edge,
wishful thinking
changed attitudes and
gave us contemplations
far from over were we
oftentimes overlooked
save the ones who care,
when time listened to our
articulations, responding
as if it were yesterday,
wet behind the ears,
for many years we were,
not knowing up from down
or back from front or
any version in between...
yet, the garden flourished
all the same - not so much
wiser than experienced,
not always flattered 
by our wealth or lack as
much as we were from
the walk itself and all
the various flowers seen.

December 5, 2025

Sky Visitors Preserved

gods from the heavens

strange men from the sky

depicted on cave walls

different parts of the world

perfect record of a time before

imagined or real?

we presume not to know

changing beliefs or history books

standing as gate keepers

preventing universal 

recognition and truth.

cave artists draw what is seen

not wild fantasies - their

mental capacities limited...d

they see what they see

or think they see

explaining the remarkable,

the life form's presence

not hallucinations...

childlike observation drawn

on rock canvases, a permanent

record of a vision yet to be

understood or repeated.

November 30, 2025

Identical Twins

they have lived together since

the beginning of time and before,

latent images in the minds

of our creator(s)...

one is incomplete without

the other by its side,

a contradiction or perhaps

a counterbalance?

we fear one but not the other,

not knowing, which is which,

striving to understand,

aging due to the decision

made inappropriately.

we harness faith and belief

as well as their opposites,

looking for redemption,

salvation, eternal life...

destined to struggle beside

the gates of hell, navigating

the Styx as though we were

born of the seas and oceans,

finding no solace in either.

we are twins, yet opposites

bound by fury or honor,

destined to fight for what we

don't understand or want to

bound by the mysteries of

nothingness and the void that

takes us to the final beyond.

November 29, 2025

A Blinking Eye

matter to energy and back
advanced civilizations
watching and wondering
if it will ever be...
we sit on the sidelines
waiting and wondering
if it will ever be...
alone in the singularity
of time, an individual 
waits but does not wonder,
instead, it speculates as to
as to the nature of its work
and if tampering with DNA
is irreversible...
what will be, will be
what is, is
no changing
no going back
wondering is meaningless
speculation too,
we learn what we are given
substituting what we think
dealing with the ins and outs
of knowledge and the
wisdom of mistakes, not the
fears that share the unknown
or those who live within
our brief present
as it always seems to 
vanish after blinking eyes.

November 29, 2025

Time's Timed Time

time circles back like someone
evading capture,
time loops around to avoid
collisions,
time flows forward never backward
yet the past is still there,
like a bad coin
or a bad memory
unable to protect itself
indiscriminate comments...
time meets itself in a final
exposure of singularity,
creating new universes from
white holes left behind,
nurtured by entropy that
no one predicted...
time is a process - a journey
from past to future
spending time in the present
to catch one's breath.
time is a construct of life
without movement 
until a creational spark
to which no one admits,
time picks up speed the closer
it gets to its destination
unless nature intervenes,
then there is chaos on an
evolutionary level.
no one knows how to count
or remove time,
postpone it maybe with winter
and predictable thaws,
but virtually impossible to end
or end its progression.

Nover 28, 2025

Whisp of Cold Wind

a whisp of cold wind,
forgotten or ignored,
blows through unignited,
circles of doubt
and circumspect,
daunting challenges unfold,
pass the paper bag
contribute what you can
or not...  does it matter?
wealth - the perceived evil,
fried in a pan with oil,
served cold - spends
just as easily as it does
from those manipulated
by false promises,
implications and
seasoned salesmen...
each year,
adorned with gifts,
we beg forgiveness from
those we know not,
expecting salvation and a
key to the door...  not just
a whisp of cold wind.

November 28, 2025

Relatives

the road home was long
as I recall now...
not home as we knew it,
a home of relatives,
in another land...  that
smelled of tobacco
farms and fences 
retched smells of manure
screen doors and flies;
strangers at the very least
gathered around...
admiring one's growth
and features,
claiming resemblances
for the sake of being nice,
I supposed with a
confused, glossy gaze;
words were spoken
by the stranger's leader
my grandfather
was I told later when
it made no difference,
words no understood
spoken softly
like a whisper...
jumbled together like
not wanting you to know
what was said...
the meal was delicious
the bed too soft
the weather cold
and I missed Rebel who
was staying with the vet.

November 27, 2025

Evolving

morning freeze
evening thaw
the heartland moves
to the east coast...
a winter push through 
the southeast - than
western shores align,
treehouses and caves
alike bear the stigma
of early ages when
ice and snow ruled
the hemisphere
and monsters ruled
the lands on 
which they walked
with confidence...
we are the admiration
of ancestors whose
lives no longer
dwell in situations
like those or any other
as we have matured
fighting wars with\
weapons not hands
with technology
not muscles...
a new breed we
have becomes,
evolving in the way
we fight and kill.

November 27, 2025

Sixty Bean Coffee

sixty beans enough for the maestro
assuming the right kind selected
morning pleasure easily consumed
with doughnut, croissant, or falafel.
a two-finger cup - disposable
porcelain not paper by design
table for one or two - matters not
when one has selected the brew.
pure or with a little creme it comes
frothing or no ripples at all,
served on a napkin and silver spoon
not to be confused with royalty.
counter or table - take you pick
rituals all performed, we predict
stand or sit in a leisure way
it's predicable how long you stay,
grievances are filed in writing
on Monday morning before noon
will be read on every other Tuesday
responded to the following June...
provided two expressos are consumed.

November 26, 2025

Not Together

married and alone, some of us are
seeing life through one pair,
paying for two might be cheaper
but it is not better...
most unions are deceptive, they say
whoever  they may be...
we take our lives seriously 
as best we can but no really alone,
episodes of something we watch
chat with AI occasionally too
or someone live on smart phone,
never ever to a neighbor not known.
desperate, we have not become
at least not yet we suppose
looking out the window for hours
waiting for the setting sun to
arc along our roof faster than it is,
riddles plague our household
wondering what might go wrong,
mind puzzles forge our thinking
when sober and alert, wondering
when the end will be, pasting over
the feeling of being one on one.

November 26, 2025