Morning Glory

11 Mexican Wolf

The rains were cleansing anew forest green

Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain


We realize here today we are visitors

In world around their natural dense lairs


We might build and structure lives around them

We always know animals eye a gem


Stay far away amidst humanity

Instincts speak aloud, no frivolity.


We are but simple folk to imagine

We might belong as ours this land lived in


Sounds of forest scrapes in trail with bird calls

Above the range we hear nightly hoot owls


In nature’s world exists in every breath

A spoken rule to be on task or death


Might step in, a bird of prey, or snarl

Deep within the wood we hear the growl


I have human instinct to seek early shelter

Let the lands around me quiet enter


We will trust those colleague with minds nearby

While in the wood lessons, important simple cry

Vacant Stares

If we could, step inside the mind of each,

we would discover worlds of laughter above,

yearning, pressing, wishing we might teach

each of them the key to learning … love.

For when I step off my ladder,

explore the new ideal rather

than ignore the immediacy

of that ludicrous scrutiny,

I become sadly aware of a world beyond me.


If right now in the moment I were to suggest

that every notion in your mind be put to rest

could we all then just suddenly digest

a quiet reality, we’re simply true I’d … jest

For is that laughter

the key to our after,

when once a disaster,

today, we know hereafter

our world in our mind’s eye is easier recognized.


A classroom, a delivery of ideas, someone else wrote,

we are to discuss each variable, I ask them to make note

This is our life today in the moment, I monstrous do gloat,

my goal is to hold them accountable, not let them float.

A sea breeze allows the eyes to drift

soft in the morning sunshine I lift

my head, feel the breeze, gentle gift

that departure now sends me adrift.

Is there any value in knowing I might have just missed the point.


In the surreal nature masking that cathartic moment of energy,

may we all sometime feel our own novel cue toward synergy.

Where Now Is

Cross the street with marble concrete built to form

everyday without a thought this seems the norm.

Look about the avenue and see the eyes that meet

traffic likens by autos, bicycles, walkers compete


A child nearby cradled in the nurtured hands of mom

recalls how fast the cars go by, from whence they come

he hasn’t any clue yet now the world around so cool

this is where I belong mom, certainly not in school.


We wonder where our lives have gone, beyond main

broken concrete, along with littered streets remain

the eyes and postures look the same, yet today

we wonder always where now is might be the way


the little man is alone beyond his nurturer’s release

in last night’s memory, today, his walk shares peace.

How World’s Meet


One afternoon

The gentleman strolled

An overcoat stylish

Driving home her eyes


He smiled

She glanced away

Her partner takes note

We continued our way


Each room, every gathering

New sightings to suggest

Our moment would occur

If our eyes might soon meet


There is that feeling of our delicious desire

Compels our soul to allow a risqué glance


We would walk away

Later on the moment

Arose that our world’s

Might meet soon enough


The stroke of a pen

To respond to a note

You searched for me then

My how world’s meet again


We walked for miles

You asked me about pine

Smitten I complied

With a kiss and a good bye


For it was then that I realized your world

Might always give elegance a distant smile

Imagine a Moment

Always across the ‘room’

A new set of eyes

Coy glances

Smiles that seem to tease

My every desire

Seems so cliché

To imagine swooning

On a quiet afternoon

Where only coffee cups

And laptops

Create identities

With brief interludes

Leaving the regulars

Intrigued by the tight fabric

Of a summer afternoon

We will play the game

Of body language


Feeling my senses

Step outside of myself

Suddenly aroused

By the beauty of energy

Shared with glances and smiles

Wistful notions passing

The moments

Words that will suggest

Deeper tease of passion

I will watch a fingertip twirl a bang

While your eyes study the screen

My mind has enveloped your look

When a glance over the bar

Suggests I might smile

And negotiations have begun


Yet how to surpass oh the many eyes

Hold figurative walls upon desire’s lies

Believe in Me

I’m that face you see strolling by you
In a sea of strangers every morning
I see your eyes shifting away at the right moment
Your affect sheds a little fear as we cross paths
And my eyes hit the ground again
Because you’re gone, rounded the corner
And my eyes search for the end result
While a memory moves through the space
I wonder again at lunch when across the room
Your friends are laughing while unnoticed
My eyes search for your connection
If only just a passing glance I am complete
Again for a couple of hours to relax and dream
That later in the day when our desks are rows apart
We can look across the room and indirectly interact
Quiet moods are real even I believe that can be true
Our lives exist by responding to a passing smile
An acknowledgement that feels real is the peace
That exists when from afar a person can connect
With another human being that gives them hope
Allows that instance to be enough inspiration
Intrigue, delight, fascination, to hold onto their memory
I will appear again in the morning ready for our routine
To cross paths early across the sea with an imagined wink
We are two souls that notice our lives are intertwined
Lacing the tangles that allow ourselves to really believe

I Wonder What I Look Like In Your Eyes

So often

I will ask

A classroom of students

What they see

When they

Look in a mirror


Really, just waking up


Facing a new day

Knowing people will look at them

But first

Who do they notice

Standing in front of the glass

The eyes connect immediately


When does the mind

Kick in

To offer fearful


When is it

That our bodies

Become the focal


When do we

Move beyond the eyes

And begin to contemplate

What others are already seeing


Miles away

They’re readying their


After all,

What we see is what they get


How we might twist words

To favor our own need

Our opportunity

To define

Who we are

Want to become


And then it begins

The walk through miles

Of eyes and quick, decisive


One simple corner of the eye

As you round a pillar

Might change an entire day’s

Course of action

That smile didn’t add up

To the telling outcome

In my mind


Instead our fears

Draw back the curtains

And anxiety steps

In while no longer do the eyes

Contain the soul.

Instead now we subject

Our selves

To another perception

We instead of internal

Safety zones

Allow our bodies exposure

To all of the elements



Windswept hallways

Filled with rough edged


That sweep the mind

With quick slicing talons

Of hurtful commentary

Where is our hope

Where lies the beauty

And grace of our own

Identified human condition


Look inside my eyes

And you can tell who I am

Because it is there that defines

The beauty and grace of


My passion is my need

To hope and love

And feel blessed with the

God-given ability

To love back without agenda

Simple, honest, truthImage

Three Spirits

I watched her walking

She held the cup with two hands

The look on her face was tired

How often did she need to explain

That her life might be different

On a day to day basis than you or me.


He stands alone, seems to wait

Watching wishing wanting

Though that is theory his eyes

Have a pleading glance as bodies

Move throughout his comfort zone

He may only want to walk away.


And everyday the crowd gathers

Allowing this enigma full of notions

To drift past each story, each dialogue

Eyes that see may not connect

And we only know that a certain energy

Exists and holds a key to explanation


Quiet is each a symbol of truth

Seek the human condition in real time.