shivers quiver in the dew drops balanced in the blades of grass- shadows stand at stoic attention interupting the path of the sun beams- the crickets compose a symphony from their hiding places- knowing its a good day by the energy in the air, finding amusement in how this young lady seems obsessed with her hair- paying for the bus in dimes and learning how to avoid waiting in lines- these are thoughts a fish might have while chillin on his couch in his lil castle in that big round world he calls home. sun glinting thru the window dances in patterns that cant be replicated and each is unique as a snowflake- wishing i could paint in pictures and make my images come to life to be viewed by all- but i paint with words which leaves the pictures in your head- left to be imagined and remain mysterious- what do you see? what voice do you hear? who do you picture speaking in your ear? is the voice soft and silky smooth or is it rough and husky? i picture the hands turning these pages and i see them as clear as if they were right in front of me holding the book- being gentle and thoughtful- deliberate in movement and awkward between poems as the next thought is awaited. like waiting for the phone to ring or your chat to alert you to a message waiting- communication is verbage and vocabulary- things get strange when we lack a way to talk about it- discussions run the world- creating enough steam to have a tapable energy source- leave that for the politicians and float away thru the thoughts forming in your head. meditations and momentary happiness all add up to equal peace. peace hanging in a hammock sleepy under trees- follow dreams- asleep or waking they are the hope of the future- they are the solutions we seek.