Many are happy
to tell you how much they know
Few will polish and publicly display
their idiot trophies
I enjoy issues no language can solve
in my journey of unanswered questions
and must remain satisfied with unexpected
blessings and evenings when my heart is
in the moon’s pocket, ignorant of her
wishes but always ready
to hear about
her grand
starlit
weavings
many eyes see her as a bucket of light thrown over everything ears hear her from the throat of a wooden flute not shaped in this solar system to the mind she’s the quake that trembles giddy with affec
peace feels deeper in the morning when the sun’s mission is to warm bones and brighten hearts ugly secrets and other confessions awaken at night emboldened in shadows that edge closer to the light h
occasionally walk through the rain without an umbrella uncomfortable mystery is part of the marrow of life and getting wet is not always bad you might be surprised by smiling offers of pity or an over