I wish...

  I wish
  
         just
         
now
    to  press
               one
               
  single
  
         finger to
         
       paper
       
 to      point
 
 
  the     way

   If
  these poems are not enough
 to open your eyes wide enough
to my love
 yet how then big
  can one lonely
   universe
    be?

Life affords the poet lessons

to sit write

  scratch
  
  the fleeting moment
  
      fast
      
      fast
      
                         past

Spider Poem


Some times
I see myself as a stupid spider
working long and artfully
shaping
correcting my
web
one twine over another
twine
to catch thoughts to
devour
to make part of my web
my web being
a nice enough place to be

then i'll see
my friend the cat or a
little girl
who I
(only seeing blue eyes)
ask to sit on my web
with me

"Stupid spider
I've torn your web to bits"

Sometimes I see
myself as a stupid spider
over and over again
making my web
trying to make it big
enough in the 
impossibility of
everyone