Day On The Lake

I saw my first beaver,
Break the surface of glass,
My movements so slow, like I wasn't there,
It continued to pass,

Then clusters of bugs shimmered on it, too,
As I glided through them,
Collections of pixels ne'er to return,
In exactly that configuration,

I immersed myself as deep as I could,
Silk soft tendrils touched feet,
Nothing to save me should they choose to grasp,
I'd not call that defeat,

P'haps surrender,
To what I'm already,
If the universe fell in on itself,
Would you call that some kind of victory?

Other Things

That it has been a while,
Since a post's come up here,
Is not a sign of productivity,
But of location, dear,

P'haps the tagline should have a caveat,
That life exists elsewhere,
No just the ones and ohs that make this screen,
But what some people may still call out there,

Where one's life intersects with just a few,
Not with no one, like this,
The breeding ground for possible content,
Most of which you will miss,

'Cause it's not here,
Much of it's not written,
Also, many Waths exist not here, too,
Sorry if you thought this was my mission.

Tragic Time

TIme has gone so slowly,
And yet, it's gone so fast,
The wait for tomorrow is torturous,
I've lost grasp of the past,

I cry for each moment for it is gone,
One step closer to death,
But first I must endure this loneliness,
That promises respite I never get,

Amidst this all are those that mill around,
Winning and losing, too,
Ecstatic faces that will learn time's wrath,
Then turn dark shades of blue.

It's not all bad,
It's not all good, either,
There is no difference between two moments,
We make them so to create a future.

Successful Fear

It's hard not to wonder,
Well, I better not say,
Who knows the eyes that will be reading this,
My mind's already stayed,

This has beeb the struggle since I was young,
As long as I'm alone,
The thoughts will flow like a running river,
Then sense an audience, it's blocked by stones,

Sometimes I think it is the universe,
That knows best what I need,
Just enough friends and cash to get me through,
That's what being rich means.

Yet there's a trade,
There is no loss to fear,
But you must keep faith that all will turn right,
And that when you speak nobody will hear.