Real Live

What man, after all, needs to glance up from bed and find gauze curtains with crochet flowers blocking the morning light

When is there any right time to feel the frustration of taking to task offspring, not his own

Why, I ask, would he ask for the bounty of trouble, help, and honest beauty She brings to the table, when there’s plenty of “elseness” on his plate

Who’d wish for a real-live helpmate when the workshed walls are already perfectly papered with such willing hands

Where is there any avenue he’d daydream for a walk, anyway

Oh, love

Accessed Abundance

And so the bus took me
Careened into my path and made me say goodbye long before I’d feel able

The undercurrent drew my name
Encircled my entrenched legs, thinking, “Why wait another night?”

Here I live now

No where to sit except pretty
No place to swim but the deep

None ticket nor tide table in hand
These things are not needed

Map Dot

I live
On a little vintage street 
In a little sunny home
With a little strapping kid
Where the biggest courage looms 
For the biggest of ideals
At the biggest point in time
I live

Space

So many sitting side by side
It feels old
Go over there
Far
We will steal chances
To see the whole of the other
From time to time weave to and fro’
And I will watch 
The work of you
The seeds that sow from you 
Say that to me