There was talk
Not only a dream
Of wholes and not percentages
Alls, not parts
Show it again, again
As I lie
Back exposed
Tell me each time
As I dream
Heart wandering

So touched by you were
Nature’s creatures and forces,
They had to touch back

I’m just here. Loving.
Certain and present and true.
No might, was. No could.

It’s Saturday, and
snow that so loves to fall slow
loves how I’m just here.

Each and every Day
Your far away eyes -mirrors
I see myself in

Santa Sugar. Come,
let me serve you some tea. I
don’t mean on the phone.

Santa Sugar. Bring
no presents, just your presence.
It’s all I’ll ask for.

Santa Sugar. Please
do bring just one thing. A box
filled with smiling sox.

Imagine a form
Passion-shaped and infinite
Two wings, four keen eyes

Your hand’s always been
in place. Your fire’s in my ink.
Your smile stirs my breath.

Art Credit: Tiger R., at age 2

I’m so far from it
Even the word’s abandoned
My dictionary

In fact -where is it?
My dictionary’s fled me
In all this clutter

Dear old truth teller
Please rock me to sleep tonight
Speak of sweet somethings