Daily Practice

Embrace the seemingly
Boring and monotonous way.
Fall in love with the
Beauty of the repetition and routine.
Become the practice
Of what you want.
Let it go, let it flow,
And let the results
Take care of themselves.

Backyard Summertime Ballet

Sitting in the shade
Of my backyard patio.
The dragonflies dance
In the summer's heat.
Different colors;
Yellow ones, green ones,
Gold and blue and
An odd red one.
Jinking and janking
Up and down and sideways,
Almost in all directions.
Then the butterflies jump in.
Wings of yellow and black
And orange black monarchs
Heading to or from Mexico,
Just fluttering in the hot air.
A hummingbird or two
Enter with bright red
Or earthy green throats,
Buzzing about the feeder.
A host of backyard birds
Join in a backyard summertime ballet,
Naturally choreographed
Poetry on a wing.

Someone

She's a woman, almost still a child.
I can see through her fake smile.
She's someone's daughter, sister,
A wife and, perhaps, a mother.
She's a human being.

He's a man, someone too.
Someone's son, brother.
A husband and, just maybe, a father.
He's trying to mask
His focus and concentration.

She's getting paid more than he is.
He just has to get it up and cum on command.
She just has to take as much as she can.
They're people, human beings,
Someones with hopes and dreams and pasts.

Heartbreak, soulbreak, and then some.
Someone's paying a physical, emotional, spritual price
And some pay more than others;
Even paying with their lives.
They're not objects, they are someone.

Live And Learn

He was right.
Carlos already a husband
And father then
And a little older than I.
I WOULD change my mind
And think differently
Of many, many things.

After growing and
Living a little,
Laughing, loving, crying,
Then experiencing and changing;
He was right.
I had NO idea
At the time.