Soar

Maybe the truth is I think
Too much
Somehow I developed and enjoy
The rush
Pondering deep where no one drills
Searching just to follow the trails
And maybe I can't quite quit
This touch
Which is reaching from beyond
Right here
Tickling my desire to think a little
Higher

JM

What Goes Up

Time was I believed
In stars and huge
Swirling galaxies

I don't refute the proof
Which is beautiful art
Gathered in lenses

I don't believe in
Stars that rescue
Or planets that care

I won't waste time now
Begging the cosmos
To notice my thoughts

Filling time I save
With greater creativity
Coming down from clouds

JM

Callous Memory

Barefoot all summer
Never broke a record
Hanging then dropping
Lowest branch up
Sharper ground waits
Quickly sitting down
Picking stuck pieces
A slow three steps
Then running to dusk

JM