I
Like a stalled car
with engine running,
I sat there waiting
to go somewhere.
A tingling bumped
my consciousness;
I became aware
my blank foot-brake
was resting
on my mind’s pad.
Now we have arrived
to where I am; sitting
in this lot of creativity.
Here I shall be a while;
resting before moving on
to the next destination.
II
Night has fallen and by grace
here we are…travelling again.
At the day’s end, tired butterflies
ape chameleon-like blades
sticking into the soft tree branches.
Shooting stars streak across the sky;
as burrowing worms wait for the rain.
Hooting owls advise all of the full moon
echoing the truth of the passing sun.
Across the spreading beauty of night,
the grand symphony of frogs and crickets
score another mating-call masterpiece.
In the celestial heights above, said moon
silhouettes a peaceful flock in sable flight.