But Not Who

shadow dancingLooking around seeing nothing
or rather little
rankingly rascally clouds
deft diving dragonflies
chickadee goldfinch and humming hummingbird
but not you, not you

Feeling around feeling nothing
or rather little
senile seminal sea breezes
elephantine elf ermine
shepherds, chihuahuas and Sephardic shelties
but not you, not you

Turning around there is nothing
or rather little
tall tanning treetops
fetchingly fast feathers
flora fauna and flowering flowers
but not you, not you

But of course waiting for nothing
forever little
grinding guilty grand grooves
tapping toes tautly
seeing softly spilling sunrise
but not you, not you

But Not Who

From One Into

the moon I watch goes downmoon through barbed wire
between strands of barbed wire
there is simple pleasure
in the feeling of safety

waiting for that sunrise
waiting for the day’s beginning
with its stimulation of life
as what was becomes what was

There can be no standing still
because the chill of the new dark
can produce muttering, stuttering
flowing under a frozen waterfall

How much longer is there to wait
for the excitement of fresh ideas
standing on the edge of the nest
frail wings fervently, flapping

the new will slowly slog shivering
into the warmth of day quivering
into the bliss of great pleasure
as what is becomes what is

From One Into