euterpe

listen and find the music of life
it plays in the clouds and the blue sky
it plays in her eyes and the way I feel when I just let go
it plays on gentle mornings as the dawn rises
it plays when I sit with friends
it plays as I wait for the seeds to germinate
now dance
now sing

the rigid order
decomposes into moss,
maples: embroidered

It is 6.30 in the morning
and I have work to do.
I must sit in silence
and face my despair.
Finally, after several days,
I am ready.

America drunk on nationalism
Dazzled by a loudmouth
but the sobering will come
Its own before and after Nurembergs
The rally then trials

a treat
a day off work
I retreat into books and tv
cosy inside
outside a storm rages

I meditate
have coffee
knit
time like chocolate
peace

slowly gathering
detritus. Sediment.
I lack good habits.