Out of nowhere a beautiful
Peacock showed up in our
Quiet little neighborhood.
It struts around with its
Rainbow of feathers all
Spread out. It has this call
That sounds like someone’s
Being murdered. It won’t
Let anybody near–it might
Chase them anyway.
When we were teenagers
It was a custom to go to
Some abandoned property
Where there was a well.
We would drop a coin in
And make a wish. The
Funny thing was you
Wouldn’t hear the coin
Hit the bottom. Once
Someone thought they
Heard a voice deep
Down in the well
Saying help me, help
Me. A professional at
Rescuing people in
These situations threw
A rope over the side
And went down. He
Was never seen again.
In living we rush around and
Beat ourselves senseless
Making decisions in a hurry
As to what’s important to us
And what is not. Often we
Don’t slow down enough
To really see what matters.
All we actually have to do
Is enjoy the the little things
To bring life into focus.
There is nothing like a puppy
To brighten up your day,
Especially a happy one. They
Jump up and down when they
See you and that wet tongue
Goes to town. To avoid getting
A bath with his tongue you
Distract him by throwing
Him his favorite toy. Dogs
Don’t know why they are
Happy, they just are.
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
Flying over the forest the
Drone looks down on the
Green canopy stretching
For miles around
Then it dips down and finds
A stream and flies along the
Stream bed under the canopy
Of the trees exploring the
Unknown
Birds flying in a whirlwind
Circle over my head
Ascending higher and higher
Boring a hole in the sky
To let down the
Blessings
Wordman of Alcatraz 