I am a swimmer
The water is me
I live by the beach
down by the sea
I swim in the pool, in lakes
and the sea
I am a swimmer
The water is me

Oh, what a lovely surprise
I seem to recall having seen
where they were way up there before
Those eyebrows were way up there
on someone I knew
Last time they were surprisingly brown

And now they are even more surprisingly

blue

You Know Whats
are the Things that you pull
over your feet, over your legs and past your knees
They cover your butt

You can’t wear only them in Public

There would be quite a scene
BUT it is important when traveling
to have them to wash you would need a washing machine.

I guess you could wash them in a sink
Or wear them double
Turned inside out
Hmm but that MIGHT stink

You Know Whats are important where ever you go

I don’t have to tell you what they are

For I am sure you already know

Did you forget what I was saying
or was it just me
I was looking for something
It is hard to remember what
And not remembering makes it
so hard to see
something that I thought I was looking for
But I was sure it was you that doing the forgetting
Not me

Once there was a little boy
who the leaves loved to chase
they swirled around his feet and legs
and danced up in his face
One day he said, ” Hey you leaves, I like you better
when you are waving and smiling from the trees
Not when you are on the ground all tangled up in me!
He quickly raced down the street all the leaves following in mad
pursuit  the boy they loved to chase
Taking a left at the corner and on to the sea
Stopping at the water’s edge the boy turned and said,
“Now see here you leaves.
“Go find another boy to chase. Stop bothering me!
And turning his head  he marched off instead of waiting to see what the leaves would do.
It was starting to get dark and his mother might worry for he was
still a little boy too
The leaves turned red in shame.
They loved this little boy. It was all in fun, just a game.
So quietly, softly, gently dipping in air they carried the little boy home
Covering him up as he slept so he would not  be alone.

The little boy and his leaves

This is for Ithamar who thinks the leaves are chasing him

Why do people pick their nose in the car
Is it something they can do while not traveling very far
With their finger up their nose
it is not on the phone
they are usually alone

In the car

Sitting on the beach at dusk
Been thinking much too much
Looking for the cool eddies of air
Slipping between the warm out there
Spray looking like steam
Sound of the pounding sea
Pull me near
It is all I want to hear

Sitting on the beach at dusk

Promises are like lies
until expectations are met

Better to say
it will not be
than to make
promises and waiting to see

Or even to say
when it happens
it will be a big surprise
for me and you too if it happens
on the right day.

So better to say nothing
and just get it done
and then it will be just as it should be
for everyone.

Moods in metaphors

Mercury in retrograde talking about
people’s moods and egos being
affected by the weather

moons
moods
tides
planets
french fries (oh wait that is my shopping list)

jibber jabber
does not matter
it is not front page news

A mood is subject to
to the moment
Once it passes
let it go
like a door that opens and closes

Ventilating is not breathing

Ventilatiing is just sucking all
the air and energy out of your body….
Breathing is taking it in in a quiet way
and just letting it flow