Indeterminate

I do not know the answer to that

I do not know the answer to so so many things

Yet I do get by

I live a passable life

An enjoyable life

A life of many pleasures

I do not know the Bible

Or the rules of English Grammar

Yet I do make my own joy

With a word or two

Here, or there

If for nothing else other than to remind me

I do not know the seven this’s

Or the fourteen thats’s

Yet I argue with myself

Have mood swings

Weekly, daily, hourly

Even right now, in the moment

I do not know why that should be

I do not know why that is

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Brightness

A few lux less of light

Half-dark

To prevent shade or shadow

Yet blue sky

To the North, or South

Either way over the treetops

Water falls

To dance

On the already fallen waters

The limestone white tiled

Turquoise pool

Overflows to recirculation

Artificial illumination

Is set back, behind

Pelmets, behind architraves

A few lux more

Yet using way less energy

Than a decade ago

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Storms Pass

The falling swirling leaf

From the wide-girthed olive tree

Lands on Italian slate

Also one olive

Falls onto the floor

Of Italian limestone

With that the rain is here

Yet not as yesterday

When the heavens opened

When thunder echoed

From mountain to mountain

With glorious, magnificent ease

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Book Ends

Fingerprints on bookshelves

A sitting chair

Where books may have been

Only in that one quiet moment

Thousands of miles distant

With water, with tree

With spiritual shelter

Where one might see

Yours was not the only

Searing stripe of sunrise

We were both there

Don’t you remember

Yours was not the only

Golden glow of sunset

We were both there

Don’t you remember

Yours was not the only

Dream of days upon days

We were both there

I hope that, in this time, you do remember

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Climactic

I am not

The small embedded stone

On the bend

Of the dirt-track lane

I am not

The loose canon of a pebble

Implanted on the wall

Of the waterfront

I am not

The droplet of salt-water

Immersed in the waves

Of the ebb and flow

I am not

The breath of fresh air

Entrained within the zephyr

Of the four winds

I am the mind

Also I am the body

Happy in its own skin

Pleased to share these words with you

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