Watching the Ducks Again

Why does everything seem so complicated?

The congress just can’t agree anymore about anything, it seems

And neither does the other aspects of life just line up and behave

As if we must agree to disagree and move along at the same time, walking on two legs or more…..

Dancing down the path towards certain demise. Progress at all costs, I say (not any cost, I think)

When I try to see the spaces between things more than the things

And imagine two parallel lines crossing as they curve around the multiverse

Dimensions penetrating each other ;  a wild basket if I ever saw one,

I feel better; like watching ducks play in the water or licking fire with smoke

Raindrops on bubbles that float effortlessly popping into scenes of horses

Galloping to keep up with burros, who dream of longevity as they eat flower petals

Eschewing bitter stems and listen to the susurrus eddies of the first trickles

of February Thaw across the main road and wetting those time nuggets of essential wonder

        and sacred shapes  we call rocks,

Every tiny or massive obstacle and object has an eddy on the down side of the flow of water and air

     And smoke and, just maybe, space itself

And the dog wags its tail into the warped air, always happy, never tiring

Not aware of much more than its happiness in the moment; Glad to be going home the long way again

And the groggy driver follows in the ruts in the road and is guided  by  the tiny white tip of the tail

In hopes of making it home again after having that last “one for the ditch”

Waltzing through Texas, again, with  you in my arms

Watching the tintsyest fairy dust of crystal clear snow crystals waft in the moonlight

After playing lots of songs and singing with you by the split wood pile and stove, my love

 Won’t you be my Valentime?