Beside a small pond
hidden in a cedar grove,
a homely shed stands,
indifferently attended,
not for lack of love
but for aching old bodies,
children too busy,
and grandchildren far too young
or moved just too far away.
time
An Inconstant Measure
Quartz cannot command
time’s irregular advance;
it passing us by
in subjective intervals
dependent on attention.
Weathering
Like the well worn seat
in my old, hard driven, car,
molded, thus, by many miles
this nostalgic ache
dwelling here, where grief once lived
is my new life’s companion.
Expected Voids
November’s slipping
Quickly into history,
Leaving, in its wake,
A predictable absence
In the forest canopy
Sharp Eternal Inhale
Twenty nine years!
An eternity to a child;
Not even a breathe to the world.
And yet, to me,
An endless drawing of fleeting breathe
That is my marriage to my love.
Cathedral Builders Know
Building foundations
Should be complete long before
Installing stained glass
Relativity
Time is no constant!
It’s ficklely relative.
The more that passes,
the faster it passes by!
Haste, Yet Not Wasted
Oh! My wild cherry blossom,
In your haste, you’re doomed to fail
By booming so far out of season.
You’ll bear no fruit for man or bird.
Did you not know it’s winter now?
It’s nearly Christmas! That’s absurd!
But never fear, my flowery friend,
Your wild haste is far from wasted
For in this frigid winter place
You’ve brought a smile to this grim face.
A Poet’s Lament
After running in place
for what seems like an age,
can’t I just lessen the pace
and scribble a word on this page?
Why must there always be work,
some urgently pressing demand,
a duty too vital to shirk
requiring my guiding hand?
Surely I will find some way
to invite my pen out to play
even if ending the day
I struggle for something to say!
In fact, it seems I’ve found time
to doodle this trivial rhyme.
Surrender the Pad
After a long day
too busy to pen a rhyme,
now I struggle to
scribble meaningful meters
as, to my pulse, snores keep time.
Waiting Again
Today’s waiting time
is spent contemplating code
woven into this 
less than appealing flooring
In another waiting room.
Altered States
Altitude alters
Perception of speed and time
Slowly, the land crawls
Yet distant landmarks approach
With breathtaking, breakneck, speed.
Peace and Goodwill
An eternity,
It seems, we’ve been awaiting,
Hopeful harmony.
Mimicking Methuselah
We Wait
And wait
And wait.
Take a number,
And wait
And wait
And wait.
Understand hate,
And wait
And wait
And wait.
Enter a Zen state,
And wait
And wait
And wait.
Forget about hate,
And wait
And wait
And wait.
The hour grows late,
And wait
And wait
And wait.
It’s the DMV, mate!
Aroil in Pain 