within the meadow
time drifts dammed by buttercups
as summer pleases
Fear
wolves beyond your walls
whelping as you raise up stones
self imprisonment
Vain
I mourn my passions
their headstones vain possessions
graveyard of a life
Breathe
each breath a moment
watching weightless thoughts that drift
without cognition
Deceit
warm her body sighs
as lies contrive your contours
on the face of it
Fate
unpaid attention
cheap decisions calcified
life becoming fate
Now
before memory
beyond imagination
the breathtaking now
Wonder
I think you wonder
friend I were but worthier
I should wonder too
Eight
today I am eight
years older than my father
a second childhood
Rain
I watched the rain fall
just water and gravity
without poetry