May well have
Killed the cat
But it made
A man
Of the boy
But it made
A man
Of the boy
This one is so alien
And unexplored
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility
On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow
Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting
Overshadowed by
The snow-capped mountains
Beyond
Compassion at the core
The heart glows orange
Embers fuel passion’s fire
Winter gnaws at the bit
Eager, snorting
But the trees
Shed snow faster than leaves
I love a country that is big
That is grand
Where the sky
Makes love to land