
Poems like birds flying around the world
I have never had the patience for knots
the muscle of broken words engulfed
in misunderstandings
warm to my good nature
to self-sabotage and self-flagellate
praising dandelion petals comes easy
when I learn to be.
How long does the tide take to transform glass
the inner grain of gold
the gold is deep within
from the silence comes a cacophony of wisdom
the complex whole, the wet mass of veins
verbs, nerves, brain cells, words
rhythmic crescendo lusty in gale
she's just responding to the signals from the deep
greedy satiated.
Be a tree, remember your sapling days
being grateful
letting go is the hardest
accept difficulty and change is essential for growth
enjoy the gifts of the sensual world.