found, at last, my true voice
just in time to again lose it
dub me crazy, if you must,
but i’m just here for the music
ever-more worrying troubles
of our insane age momentarily out-of-mind
as i admire the young beauties
dancing care-free to the rhythm in-kind
* * *
what, dear friend, could be more perfect
than living at one in this moment ‘now’
to be held tenderly like a special stone
whose unique shape hosts the spirit of your dao
yes, cradle it within gentle palm
to know its exact form before you set it free
in a skipper’s pitch accross a meadow pond
to embrace your eternal poverty