Sometimes my body is here,

but my heart is not.

Sometimes my body is here,

but my mind is not.

Moments, days, weeks, and more.

 find me not fully here.


sometimes a satisfying fullness comes

 and body, mind, and heart are one.


A Matter Of Growth

As near as I know,

evergreens don’t judge trees

whose leaves turn red 

before they fall, nor do they

look askance when they rebud in Spring.

They have no need.

Rooted in themselves, they simply grow.



Morning Joy

Under a pink tinged sky,

Knox romps. Now that the rain

has stopped, he can better

save his precious sticks

from his enemies, the squirrels.