“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”― Mark Twain

Sometimes I drink more than I need
letting myself drown in memories
that serve no purpose

Sometimes I linger longer than I need
between the staying still
and plunging forward without fear

Sometimes I write more than I need
filling up notebooks with revelations
profound to only me

Sometimes I laugh more than I need
or scream or dance or cry or dream

No,
more than I need
could just be the perfect amount
for this short life

It’s cherry season here in Michigan so I want to try a recipe in patience called cherry bounce that I discovered through my good friend at incahootswithmuddyboots. Any recipe that includes bourbon reminds me of the Mark Twain quote above that I read every Christmas season in my mother’s cookbook as the first instruction for…

You ask me to solve for the answer
to the problem of xplus y.
What do you mean the answer?

There is no the answer.
It’s just an illusion of permanence.
By the time I measure y
the x has already changed.

It’s like trying to measure a shadow
cast against a sun lit field
on a day when cumulus puffs float
across a Caspian sky.

Don’t ask me to give you the answer.
when there are millions of answers
and no answer at all,
simultaneously, always.

Don’t ask me to cling to a now that is fleeting;
ask me to embrace the movement.

Image from pixabay 

One stately heron

Stands amid gaggling geese,

Isolated, bless his heart,

A liberal in Dixie.