Everywhere I Look

Everything I touch

Falls apart just as it should

In the compost pile

I’m at that stage in life

Where decay is

Everywhere I look

And that’s okay because

Creation is too

Summer Overspent

 Summer has overspent

All the long stem grasses

Have gone to seed

The Queen Anne’s lace has proliferated

And the afternoon shadows

Overtaken the lawn

About the fall there’s

Little room for doubt

Nor is there need for further effort

Henceforth everything shall

Proceed by grace

I am the River

I am the river

Never one or the same

Time flows through my veins

Rocks are the sort of thing

I simply choose to go around

Yes, I'm persistent

And impetuous

Single minded

But multidirectional

On occasion I've been known 

To reverse myself 

At times I think on a monumental scale

And am perfectly comfortable

Playing the long game

Carving up continents

With the ease of a knife

Passing through butter 

You can follow me upstream

To my native source

Where you'll find

I'm hyper articulate

Though fond of digression 

And forever changing course

Like language itself

I am the river

Never one or the same

Time flows through my veins

Every second another drop

The High Holy Days of Summer

The high holy days

Of summer - the zinnia

Beds in full glory 

The butterflies with

Their anthers full - the humming birds

Incessantly humming

The bucket of cherry tomatoes

Overflowing - the sun drenched

Kiss of hypertrophic growth

Everywhere on display yet

Indolence abounds

And even the red hibiscus

Singing its arias can’t keep me

From succumbing to the 

Swinging cadence of a nap in

The backyard hammock

A Voyage of Discovery

Tonight around twilight

I stood in the garden

And imagined 

I saw the admiral

Garden hose in hand

Addressing the fleet

Tomorrow we set sail

On a voyage of discovery 

He said

The Swiss chard leaves·

Billowed on the breeze 

And the spray of the hose

Spattered across the prow

Of the raised bed

With its semi precious cargo 

Of sugar beets

And altogether there were

Four rows of potatoes

Safely stowed away

Down below

And enough cherry tomatoes

To feed the entire crew

No matter how long

The voyage might 

Turn out to be

The Birds Seemed Emboldened

The birds seemed emboldened

When humanity's downfall

Became a foregone conclusion

It was avians' turn to rule

Send sssssss sssssss

Send sssssss sssssss 

Is what I butt dialed to

Myself today

Now celebrated

As a poet who 

Is both neurodiverse and

Well enabled to generate

Poems in such 

Diverse ways