Better Judgment

Given space

All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now

Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?

How do I treat thee, miracles


Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind

All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector

Bless’ed space

First Of All

I am not God
But I know a truth
So I will say what

Let us recreate Woman
What the divine image!
Be she blessed

Let us grant her dominion
See these creatures
In need of a fruitful goddess

Let us know her abundance
Let us call her good
Let us rest

Heaven, Here


It's our backyard
We're allowed
We allow ourselves
Such rights
As to keep a few toys strewn about
Such pleasures
Of the dancing of sun and shadows
Upon the nearly too-long grass
That feels so silky
So blessedly silky
Against our ankles and feet
And the breeze….