There once was an Angry Rhinoceros
Who would make sounds like the sonic
Coos of a Whale.

Once day on a Whim
He decided he wanted
To Learn How to Swim
Like the Whale of the sounds that he cooed
He thought it would be cool
To go down to the Pool
The one just on down the Road

The story goes
So I am told
That they told him to jump in the Lake
For they said for a Mammal like him
It would be a mistake
For all the thrashing and crashing
An Animal of his size would make
The pool would definitely break

He grimaced and  he pouted and
Hung like a vulture
his little arms at his sides
Such a variety of expressions his
rubbery hide displayed
Could not sway the decision they had made

So when you encounter an Angry Rhinoceros who SAYS he wants to learn
how to swim….think very carefully if you are willing to wrestle that day and
know that you NEVER will win….

So might as well let him swim
and have a much fun as he can
For one day you will turn around and the
Angry Rhinoceros who coos like the Sonic coos of the Whale
Will turn into an
Independent Young Man.

But for right now The Angry Rhinoceros is now at his nap
making the sounds of the Whale.

You think there is more
There is not
For this is the end of the Tale.

There was a wandering of the children

we call siblings at the time we call 2am

They convened in the kitchen as only wanderers

of the night do.

There was a rummaging and a foraging through the

refrigerator too, an exchange of words was simple and

Zen like as only siblings in the night do.

A quiet repast, and a squashed cockroach was the only

dastardly deed done.

A wandering in the night-

three minus one.

If he hadn’t said it

She would not have heard

It was not his place to say anything

that were not his words.

The words were out there waiting for something

to be done about them hanging in the air

To complete the action that goes with the thoughts

that are expressed in words.

Did these words change someone else’s reality?

Yes.

child of sixteen born of the fortieth year
watched the Invisible Cat Moon
with the Sneaky Smile
disappearing behind the clouds
drifting by in the dark
the Invisible Cat Moon with the Sneaky Smile.

Where am I going to carry away to?
Some place where I can’t be found
Some place where there is no ground
Grounded that is what I will be
Grounded inside of me
So I can fly whenever I want
(And no one will never know)
I am “caring” myself in a transcendent state
To transcend,to descend,to ascend
Glide above the ground while looking
Gossamer threads shifting
Gently pulling me back to
Grounded.