A necessary guesswork

out of the many

and into the few

seldom if any

escape to the blue

the moon is a vagrant

and often is hidden

it is a force

not to be bidden

the clouds of a lifetime

are vague and obscure

except to the ego

where thoughts are all [ure

the dark of the evening

is only a hint

of a time in the past

and where it all went

1996

Saddleshoes

Birthday poem 3/8/2012

seven decades and six years

have rolled me to this time

all those days and nights so long

have told to me this rhyme

take today inside your view

and memorize its face

for it will not tell the tale

nor help you win the race

yesterday will not return

tomorrow might not come

take good care swim or slide

you ride the pendulum

We are Pisceans

We swim or hover as our fancy suits us