I have never stressed more over
The loss - or is it the gain? - of an
Hour. Fall back. We give away a
Bunch of them when we travel.
Those timezones cost, and pay
For the pleasure of meeting a
Daring Frenchman or a dashing
Brit. After our trip, we fall into
A different time. It's not ours, it
Is theirs. Are we in Rome! Oh my,
What time is it? I've lost track.
Category Archives: Complications
Devil is in the dets
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
You might think finances, that's a little
Detail she's not attentive to, and let's be
Honest, that kind of inattention can cost.
Details sometimes exasperate and leave
Me wishing for less. Let's be honest, still
And again, details can overwhelm so you
Look away, ignoring the important minutia
Honestly, lack of attention can be costly.
Two bridges

Convergence at a distance confuses
The mind's eye, maybe even the eye
Plain and simple, although there is
Nothing simple [or plain] about it,
The eye is complex and complicated.
The bridges converging to the north
Merge and blend running at parallel
Tracks and turns, the shapes and the
Angles unique, distinctly different,
Each going its own way, whichever
Road it follows in a swoop or a semi
Circle, straight or narrow, there's a
Twist too, but you are too far away
And the converging roads confuse



Complex
What are your favorite types of foods?
It's interesting how complicated our
Lives can be. Of course, it's complicated
That makes it interesting. Variety is the
Spice, they say, and they are very wise.
Variety keeps it interesting. A little of
This, a lot of that, some more from the
Other and your life is a stew. Complex,
Full of flavors, seasoned with the new,
The unexpected. It's interesting how
Complicated makes it all interesting.
So hot
In the heat, when you can see the air
You don't want to see the air, really,
Do you? Warm.. no way past warm all
The way to sticky and thick, it's not to be
Ignored or treated lightly. It's not. Light,
That is, air this heavy is carried on your
Back, your neck and shoulders like a
Mantle or a yoke. It's assertive; it's
Aggressive, sometimes nasty. See the
Air. In the heat. You can't shake it off.
Contingency
Create an emergency preparedness plan.
In the event of this (A)
Do that. Otherwise say
Nothing. Grab a bag, a
Hat, an umbrella. You
Never know. Really do
You? It's always good
To plan, but what are
We planning for? (Let
It dangle if it must)- a
Disaster? An event tha'
Surprises. Never regret
What you prepare for.
Prepared you are care
-Free and -ful.(Would
Like to explain angle on
What it is that dangles-
Ending a sentence with
A preposition- no more)
But back to our planning
It won't avert a disaster,
It'll let you be the master.
Control, ah, you're hoping
Will lessen that feeling o'
Dread. Carefree, dreadless
In the event of that, do this.
Do as I say
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
Changes are harder than stasis
The status quo is quid pro, as is,
And requires no adjustment to
Make changes, big or small, to
Your world or mine. Will what
I say change your mind? That
I cannot guarantee or predict.
Go with your gut, your instinct.
Changes are hard, harder than
Letting it be. I want to make a
Change, but plus ça change is
A formula for things staying as
They are. The retort is "it's the
Same," or plus c'est la meme
Chose. The same but more so.
Illuminating
The light blared overhead
As loud as a fog horn, as
Intrusive as sunshine in the
Clouds. A single bulb but raw
As a wound in the ceiling, its
Intensity sharpening into a
Deep glare of brightness
Just out of reach in that slim
Room of a sensible time to
Enter or dance, it was all at
Once too much and not enough
Every day
What do I see that, perhaps,
You don't? Where does my
Eye or my mind wander that,
Perhaps, is off the track? Do
I cherish being unique or does
The phrase "that's different"
Suggest the faint praise and
Deeper criticism I expect from
My errant behavior and wild
Thoughts. Do I crave the more
Staid? Do I want to be ordinary?
Is the conventional a hint for
My future? Will I succumb to
Traditional desires and embrace
The norm? Regular can trend;
The usual need not bore. I can
Bear my standard without it
Dragging me out to sea or off
The rails. Typical might intice.
Unsure
It's ambiguous and uncertain
As is all life and living, yet the
Uncertainty makes for nerves,
Unsteadying my gait, changing
My pulse. My heart beats more
Insistently. Ambiguity is so grey.
It's washed out, and the edges
Are unclear. I long to be sure
What exactly will assure me?