on timing

once
long ago
in a land
much different
than where I am
now
I came to
a realization
timing
it was all about
timing
and as I look
at things
as they stand
now
that thought
resonates
in my head
sometimes
it’s the right time
and other times
it’s not
so here we are
kid
timing
and only time
will tell
which time
it is

 

on gardens

there are words
inadequate
actions
incomprehensible
feelings
misunderstood
some things are best
left alone
to wither
on their own accord
where blossoms
are impossible
to cultivate

trouble

I never look
for it
it just always
seems to find
me
like you
tossing back
that long hair
standing on
one foot
and eating
that peach
it’s trouble
once more
at my door