Poised

In quiet contemplation I sit at this spot

Only a scant two years I sat also in this very spot

In silent wonder in the dark of my new space

Overlooking the cold winter skeletons

The trees across the river

Wondering the place fate has taken me

And wondering where it would take me next

I gave myself anew that cold lonely night

Poised to try all I could and whither it takes me

To where ever destiny would wander me next

Yes I have been in love and found love

And yes love rejected me in all its forms

Or rather perhaps I frightened it off

Being the difficult friend and village idiot

These qualities forever to barrier my trials

I left open all doors in folly hopes

I stare at wisps of steam and gassy smoke

Signals of residents warm in their places

And families in joy and laughter so I imagine

Lo I could find the one to build this life

Imagined and real perhaps or illusion

Then she comes once and twice

A perfect woman frustrating and aware

Right there for me to share should we win

Heart for heart we part and part

Leaving doors open to find our ways home

You are real I say not knowing how I know

You are real a surprise to have met and found

And we turn apart to return a part

Of a whole found and renewed

A fork in this road is reached

We must decide

I love you

Pact poised to real future

You are real

As am I

stitch

i saw an end today so it was a sad ending but not so sad as to not invoke hope into an insight into my future driven by emotions emoted into psyche demoted to misunderstood understandings of intensive intensions shattered to pieces by normal behaviors of the abnormal behaviorist in the normal course of dissertation unfelt now felt in relief relieved as layers of painted new found colors result in changes longitude to latitude with coordinates set laser sharp to the global point a friend indeed is found with love devotion connection genuine in a life is asked as a life is offered our lives connected for a happiness a joy is found in one in knowing circumference will meet kin to greet the life fully lived with memory connection all encompassed shorn torn sewn joined whole anew

My Mundane

Starts are almost always same

My mundane

The alarm sits in hopeful wait

To rudely shake me from slumber

And then drops to silent disappointment

When I wake ahead of the blare

I stare at the numbers

And with a flick

The switch

"Missed it by that much"

Says 86 the clock brain

I smile my mundane

Legs are tested

Do they work

Aged pain as blood recourses

The zombie walk to plop in this desk seat

And put life back to these screens and drives

A reconnection with hope and disappointment

Is she there does she love me

Did the world survive my rest

Of course all is there and myth or truth may be found

Bound in the ones and zeroes

Enough

Elixir is necessary

A pattern mundane

Dump the old: I really must wash those now dirtier dishes

Open the lid: I again forgot to get the filter from the cupboard above

Dump the old: I really must take the trash out today

Close the lid open cupboard get filter close cupboard open lid

Pour water to six cups, three to me

What place has such tiny cups?

Plug the grinder: two thirds beans plus ten for flavour
Elementary, and I smile my mundane

I hope I am not waking the neighbour

The grinder motor is failing

Electric scents motive olfactory

Dump: switch to red, I need to buy beans and filters

The wafts of nations far from me

Grinds of sweat and soil and growth

And burlap and donkeys and Juan Valdez

They enter my mundane

Grateful I am alive

Grateful she loves me

Grateful relaxed

Cherry pie and a cuppa joe Shelley

Cooper wakes

Get a life mister

I smile my mundane

And change