Saturday, August 18, 2012

the air that i breathe

the air that i breath
thankful i am for the invention
and skies above
another fine intention

ground to walk on
amid the clutter of people
in city hub bub
seemingly without direction

as birds soar above
fish swim the sea
waters rain upon us
streams flow

frogs jump,
nearly hidden cats lurking, see all
here, where we can, on good days,
nap in the sun

Monday, August 13, 2012

Morning, noon and night doesn’t cover it.
It’s all before, during or after a meal.