On Different Ground

The world is different than it was.

There’s no need to complain:

For things are always changing, and

The old becomes arcane

 

The library, for instance, was

A magic place to go:

But it’s a place that some kids now

Will never get to know

 

There’s knowledge and connection — it’s

Still out there to be found —

But many younger people will

Find that

On different

Ground

The Sailboat

I watched the sailboat on the sea
Right after she broke up with me;
Outside the place where we had slept
Together for so long

And though I didn’t know it then,
My heart had been set free:
To sail off into blue and green
Where I was meant to be

Instead of tied to shore, where I
Would lie in slumber, and deny
The secrets that I knew I’d kept –
The wind that made me strong —

And though I couldn’t know it then,
My heart – and her heart, too –
Were back to sailing on our ways
And for me, that meant
You


 

Photo / Painting credit : © Cheryl Casey | Dreamstime.com – Sailboat and Sand Dune Fence

Encompassing

Encompassing

Concerning vanity
We are most staunch:
The satellites that tell us where are
We didn’t launch

Those past discoveries
We take in stride:
Ignoring or belittling what won’t
Support our pride

Encompassing the whole
With our conceit –
And upon our great moral virtue
Daily bleat

Survival gifts, won hard,
Then handed down,
That we just take for granted as
What’s due for our renown

One Tired Cat

That cannot be my dang alarm.
I’m not sure where I’m at;
I just lay down, I swear I did,
I am one tired cat

Just give me four more hours,
Make that six. No – make it eight;
A little bit of napping, and
I’m sure that I’ll feel great

But ugh. The sun is coming up,
And I’m a stupid prat:
I need to go to work, but man –
I am
One tired
Cat