conundrum, my ear
flummoxed, my dear
for I do not know how I got to- this place
so far from our start (so long ago)
but close like a star –
in perception, of course
seeing the old light
as if new to my oldborn eyes
a trick of the mind-
but indelible creatures laid out
in that procession (of imagination)
so I may still look up at night
in wonder, with wonder
in the glaring love of that light
and see you there
or what once was
but does that matter
when you still shine above (after all these years)

note… for anyone not familiar with my thing… I write, maybe it is not all great, that’s fine, I write what I write and post it, rarely is there editing, the point? just being me… and that is no indication on anything, I just decided as such, my thoughts, here, period, as best I can with no filter or such, by no means do I think to tell anyone else what to do, how to write, or how to express themselves, save this… be you… find you… damn, I have been on this globe for fifty years already and I barely have a clue, just be you… as much as you can, first stick a toe in the water, listen to yourself, you know who you are, if not, have patience to figure it out… none of us get out alive, so be you, coming from someone who knows better now but should have found that path long ago…