Butterfly

Wings flutter
in the air
oh so tiny
is the dare
without so much
as map to bear
Oh I utter
do you care?
if I too
can fly
from here
to there?

Things in itself

When no thing
becomes some thing
in our mind

is when
we think
on the tip of our tongue

an acorn 
made real
to feel and hold
on the tip of our thumb

index finger too
to touch that which
our mind makes real

for in the end
the acorn has
no say so
 
but 
to be
still

Mythos meets Logos

The making of   
mythology  
I observe  
when the   
mythos  
meets the   
logos  
to serve  
as a pitcher  
caught in time  
milky context  
for thought  
yours and mine  
logic  
poured  
into words  
entwined   
real  
and still  
a good deal  
left  
behind  

A thousand cranes

The formless lump
of clay
that finds itself
at bay
atop
a spinning world
this day
from the bottom
up
the guiding pressure
from
the potter's hands
lifting
this lump
of primal ooze
up
and into
a celadon vase
of a thousand cranes
in their
earthen home
each
awaiting
that autumn day
to burst
and fly
away

Thinking thoughts

What is life?
but the ageless
thinking thoughts
now
the always now
life is never
before
or is never
after
clinging to now
for the ride
it takes
yet some escape
pen to paper
memories
thoughts alive
living in time
beyond death
in other
minds

DNA

A crick in time
in a way
intertwines
along a line
binding
yesterday
with today
in a way
that assures
that tomorrow
will unwind
and be refined
in a way
that defines
who
we
are

Silenced

Perhaps 
like seeds 
unwatered
never to spring to life 
for place 
and time 
were never just right 
so waiting
and dreaming 
and living
a 
life
in silence