But of course you do
forgetting neither the never
nor the mind.

Never mind,
forget I asked,
don’t worry yourself.

Never mind
the pain, and continue
on, so you probably do.

Never mind
this request so needlessly
made, for I found it, as I should.

Never mind
those wasted words,
ill conceived and careless.

Never mind
but never happened
so it’s clearly forever.

Never mind
to use your mind.

Change is coming our way
for it is a part of life,
part of a flowing stream,
bubbling and brooking
along as the scenes change
as gravity holds us to our course,
and trees and boulders guide the way,
fairest creatures feed and nourish
from our waters, and we broker
other rivulets and bring messages
from the older times with us
as we meander in our own time
toward the grandeur of the sea.

Tyranny of the minority
upon the majority.
The rain keeps raining.
The guns keep firing.
Freedoms taken,
as are innocents.

Politicians keep lying.
January 6 insurrection,
tyranny of the minority
upon the majority.
Whataboutism, prevails.
Where is Hunter’s laptop?

Immense wealth does not
satisfy, as mad men thirst
for power… tyranny of the
minority upon the majority.
Fight for our freedoms,
rage on for what is right.

Believe politicians
Never buy extended warranties.
Buys vacation packages
… years in advance
Expect to win the Lotto
with the ticket they
forgot to purchase.

But they also, have
children and invest
in future education.
They build roads,
and infrastructure.
They vote, and pray,
and salute the flag,
trusting in all of it.

Thank God for Optimists!

Birds fall dead from the sky
cars, houses spun up to fly.
Snow comes whipping in mid-May
and winds push March fires into LA.

In just a day, forty-degree swing
confuses songs birds now sing.
We ignore warnings signs and calls,
as water rises above city walls.

The canary in the coal mine has died,
and yet in greed and avarice we cried:
Who is willing to pay for such change?
Deliriously, digging deeper into derange.

For now we’ll fight and tumble about
things of glory and riches we shout.
Trying to be above someone or another
forgetting this Earth is all our mother.

Daughters of dinosaurs, birds will find a way
to sing of rebirth when we are gone someday.
And Mother recovers using her power to restore,
and no-one will remember what came before.

In the mornings,
I see happy people
walking after their dogs
with the light step
of a brand new day
green bag in hand,
dogs sniffing and joyfully
retracing familiar territories.

In the evening,
I see now weary people
walking after their dogs,
with slavish indifferent and
desire to be anywhere else
green bag in hand,
dogs sniffing and joyfully
retracing familiar territories.

It seems the dogs know
no difference, and along
with the green bags are
the only constants
in this observation.

Clearly the dogs have
better days than
their masters who
become their slaves
by each day’s end.

As a child, I never thought
of water as something I needed
of education as something needed
… nor wanted,
or for that matter,
freedom (for whatever it means)
as something needed

For they were given freely
assumed and ever present…

As was love,  not thought of as needed.
It was just there, as too were
appropriate behaviour adjustments,
to teach respect for all others,
a form of love I didn’t know I needed.

These things given
without condition.
Come with no guarantee,
must not be returned unopened,
for they must be used,
if not understood at the time, until
they become a part of who we are.

Something to be added to
and passed down, and is this then,
not the essence of civilization?
Without which, only chaos
and the wildling of life
would live in its place.

Many worry about the future
and just as many lament the past.
And some too few are changing the present.

War’s refugees, the maimed, the dying,
the children, and destroyed cities
ever present suffering here and now…

Climate’s refugees, the displaced,
the economically ruined, the drought, fires,
ever present storms, here and now…

Autocracy’s refugees, the morally
corrupt, the domination of minds, body,
and ever present suppression, here and now…

What’s the point of lamenting later
about a future we’ve failed today
in this, our season of here and now…

Bald Eagles are amazing creatures,
building nests over years
that may weigh a ton, and living
twenty to thirty years in the wild,
and up to fifty years in captivity.

In the wild, Nature can be brutal,
she is all about selection and purpose.
Whereas we worship capture, and
comfort, as it is and should be.
Preferring longevity and comfort of the
nests we build for ourselves and
our hatchlings… who if they fly,
we wish will often return to home,
to recapture, remember, recoup,
and we can watch over them,
in their natural state.

Then for fun we go to be in Nature,
which we have captured and groomed
to be what we envisioned her to be,
even tamed her, or so we may think.
It is our nature to capture,
nurture, and redefine her.
But she has different plans for us,
as it is always to be her nature
and preference for evolutionary
selection and purpose.

This morning
a mourning dove has
chased the marsh birds song
replacing it with its own
most melancholy tune,
singing from the chimney,
from dawn to noon a song
of someone or another
who may be no more.

Or, possibly it is nothing but
nature’s process which
banished the marsh bird
and her song which for months
insistently announced each day.

Everything moves to its
next place in a cycle of life,
and so it goes.

Endless change is life’s purpose,
and endless fascination
in what was, is and will be.

The idea that all things
should stay the same,
as if permanence is a virtue,
seems a violation of nature
for all the living,

and yet,  don’t we all want
the song to stay the same
for a little while longer?