Questions dance back and forth
across the edge of possibility
a touch of this a taste of that
new worlds of sound and light
answers carry a load of should
with doors closing and windows dark


Lost in the opposite of found
I was placed in the contradiction
of belong
held in the absence of connection
moved by the substance of incomplete
onwards backwards forward spun
and left right here

Observations in the ocean

I often see eight pelicans
perched on the side of a boat
anchored some distance from shore
they can live twenty-five years
is it always the same ones
is that their boat then
what do they talk about
how about those fish today
if one flies off and come back
does he say hey bud you’re in my spot
do they ever get tired of it all
can you hear one say
I could go for a dive
but what’s the point