Sol's Stray Poetry

Humankind as the tree  full of parrots me, me, me each bleets all at once this is where I am hear me hear me, hear another year and a day zoom away.

One wants to say so close to Paradise only so far away. We're two miles from the beautiful Pacific  beach coastline which is fine. You can't stroll the sand due to crazy crime. You can't touch the water  due to bacteria slime. One wants to say maybe better someday  so close to Paradise only so far away

Wisp of moon near a veiled horizon the early dark sky  still deep in slumber as I stand in the cool silence of the hour both palms to face  before night's mirror as bracing cold water dissolves the last trace of fluid dream while a chilled stray wind just before dawn  slips under my door routines line up by habit the day begins once more.

Whoever knows the connections of things or why attractions molt into fixations of the mind's math recalculating all the data to best estimate a clue that reveals you  always see first  that middle star from Orion's trio Alnilam by name how it calls out to you all these decades as if a beacon beckons  from a far home.

Long shadow      of curling cat around the dark corner      on a cool and stealthy  mission, that is you. Fever dream      of earnest eagle in steady sloped flight      across breaking hillsides of dawn, that is you.

                        Clouds In the village today         processions of cirrus clouds                                     passing across the fields of sky through the slow haze of afternoon                      each time I notice them I think of you                                       somewhere smiling or talking or simply being so casually beautiful                  ...