to dance, surf on water

like dolphins chasing waves

that move just ahead, retreat

it would seem, then subside.

i made small chat with an acquaintance,

the night became morning

and still i went about in circles,

never going past the shoreline

for transactions is the name, though

a twist is often tried – an unfair advantage.

or so it would seem. to whom?

settling on a place, on a song note

i tried not to think or muse about days gone

for the morning sun has become a pale reflection

of better possibilities, the azure sky infinite –

appears to echo my foot tapping on hard wood.

what is time?

an invention of course, clocks to measure productivity

and what not. but time is a thief,

it keeps no score on the clock or sky,

immeasurable when death comes with a smile

or sneer.

closes the loop, end of time, does it matter?

endless waves cresting again on shorelines,

the line is not broken, the temple within

is far inland, without trails or road

for the insecure god is aloof only in a garden

he pretends is paradise.

it isn’t. he cares not.

not caring appears to work, the weeds grow tall,

no living beings breathe in this silent

castle, with moats and walls – traps

laden all around.

lessons need not be relearnt,

the god echoed back to his own reflection,

and a thousand blades of grass sighed,

enveloping those aching arms, his body

gently resting on placid earth.

a squirrel pops out of no where, the god laughs,

he cries and embraces

a life that is more than an acquaintance,

poured out it’s dear heart it did!

gave a nut, a berry, a treasure

that meant everything because like dolphins chasing

waves: this squirrel chased warmth, meaning, love.

it was such a quiet gesture,

then the illusion fell, god became man,

his defenses fell, he cried, he wept, he hugged

and it was only green grass all around, without walls

or barriers.

transactions?

it was never about that, not to the man and squirrel

unperturbed by time, clocks and chasing waves.