I dreamed I worked in a
Huge office building.
Everyone had their own
Desk, but nobody had
Anything to do. Shuffling
Through papers, going
Through drawers got old
After awhile. Things got
Pretty weird. Eventually,
I told myself I was
Dreaming and woke up.
It was a quiet evening at
Home. The parents were
Watching TV and the kids
Were in their rooms doing
Homework or playing video
Games. Out of nowhere, a
Wind blew all through the
House moving curtains and
Knocking over pictures. A
Deep voice said–I’m all right.
A sparrow falls
Through
Dawn-air-rain-
Looking hard,
Searching for
A perch.
As you go through life
You come to many doors.
The doors lead to many
Different paths. Be sure
You take the right one.
Can you hear the planet
Rotating perilously through
Yet another hour?
Can you hear the universe
Expanding out in all
Directions, billions of years
Counting just as sure as the
Beating of your own heart
This is your own life
Do not waste it
One day I was walking
Down a country road
And happened upon
A deserted ramshackle
House that looked like it
Had not been lived in
For a long time
My curiosity got the
Better of me and I
Waded through the
Weeds to the front door
And entered the house
I went to a room I guessed
Was a bedroom and opened
A drawer of a chest
In it was a paper that had
Written on it: Be kind
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
Wordman of Alcatraz 