If we meet at the place where the art is
Where our spirit thrills with joy
We can skip over eggshells
Avoid falling into holes
Tap to the music
Filling our souls
We can laugh at Mimosa Times
There’s no need to prove how good you are
How bad I am
How wrong it was
Sometime none of this will matter
Would your world be less when I am gone?
Will an echo of sadness fill my world?
I’ve lost two friends to desperate illness, whittled them away
I remember none of the drama, only the smile
The greatest teachers are the most difficult ones
Learn their lessons well
You’ll miss them when they’re gone
I saw a pile of sand pouring onto the pavement
It looked like a lion, lounging
I drove through the night watching a triangle of stars
And thought it was an alien craft
I saw the crescent moon, luminous, ethereal
Like a slice of hope, mother of pearl, a beacon
In the midnight sky
I stare at hedges and I’m somewhere else
Faces of creatures and people live there
What do they see when they look at me?
And where do they go at night?
While I am sleeping
Do they come alive?
Or walk like the trees in the forest
The sun dances in a pool of light
I life my eyes and squint
Sprites fly in the sky
It’s the stuff we’re made of
Those silvery worms of life
Dancing together but never colliding
I thought I saw that lion move
And come to life
Imagine if it did?