Impossibilities It is nearly impossible For a poet to walk by a flower And not be captivated Captured by beauty To pause for a moment Or for maybe almost an hour This brevity tends to be the normal for me    

Beginning Anew

Beginning Anew It’s frightening beginning all over again Frightening But necessary Often every day Often every few minutes I have to start again Humbly change course to the new I wish that steady courses were all too true   But alas they are not   Only change is the Rorschach’s blot That determines whether I…