from disaster to disaster
is all we are

some happy accidents and
others dread

scatters every moment in
fragments

and the pieces look like
everything

i don't feel bad
never worry about me
it was just the tilt of my face
i wasn't caught pensive

or with a frown

to be self absorbed like that
is unforgivable and selfish
i never feel that way
no worries at all

look at us as light

impermeable and transitory
flickering a bit and then
fading away water
into water

i think my
illusions are real

not like
windmills that i mock

the farce
is i am the farce

believing you
are the reason it is so


*

Poem - i pick up shells

i pick up shells
universal symbols of hope

swirls round themselves
round another predictably

with a certain symmetry
they encounter themselves

over and over
in casualness and serenity

seeing this
in my hand i know

people see each other
even if i don't recognize you

even if the viewer is selfish

i will always see
something of you here

pick up a black
shell a nero i call it

on hand i surrender
to the mystery

that solves itself
through surrender


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Jan 2 2015
Sunset Beach