Monuments of Aging
I am not made of mortar or brick
I no longer stand so tall
My time more a smoldered wick
I still resist the coming fall
All I’ve made, said and done
Does not seem so grand at all
The world I knew come and gone
Deeds and plans are palled
Still my ember heart does beat
I feel its steady call
To love, laugh and not retreat
From the coming fall
Navigation
I will measure smiles
See how long joy rides
Gage frowns as exit ramps
Off detoured highways
Cat whisker zeal
Sense walls closing in
Feather dust desire
Stagnated by apathy
Taste each emotion
Trickled to my lips
Swallow cold water truth
Downstream peaks of honesty
We were thought numbed
By drone media noise
Our human animal
Lessoned and stripped
On earth-cracked land
In wild elk mind
I roam somber night
Rule the measured miles
Across a thousand stretched smiles
We Meet Again
From snow melt birth
Tumult over rockface
We were wayward streams
In raw spring
Our tributary merge
Strong body flow
Smooth carving stone
Shaping beds
In sensuous soul breath
Waters now one
Mystery of creation
Pilgrimage of gravity
Desires to fields and cities
Our unified power
Electrifies night
Our destiny
The ocean we knew
Before evaporative gathering,
The death freeze fall,
The birth thaw
To begin again