Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

“Would you like the Eyeballs? They’re our special today Sticky or slimy or choose your own way” I thought the young waiter was kidding you see So I said I’d take breaded with crackers and brie (tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee). When he served those round balls they were dark at one end and they looked so alive I began to pretend they were olives or something, and not what they seemed when off in the distance just then someone screamed! “They’re mine! They were mine! And now I can't see!" That's a terrible thing to tease someone like me! I’m a delicate person and sensitive, too, It’s clear you are steering away from what’s true, You’re veering away from the matter at hand! Hand? Oh my gosh what has happened to you? Is it gone? Are you sure? Is there nothing to do? And just then within reach was a terrible screech! “There’s a crunch in my lunch! It’s a long bendy thing.,, No it’s not just a thing, it’s a thing with a ring! Agha agh! Gag-agagh,

I have a friend who lives in Forksville. Not one fork every now and then, but a fork deluge! A tempest full of forks! Eveywhere you turn, another Fork! Where is the road among all those forks? Fork here, fork there everywhere a fork, fork. Wait! Why not take two forks at a time? . Who would know if one fork simply superimposed? Why make these tough decisions? Take Both Forks! It’s so simple really. Calm sets in without a storm, Action pushes out reflection, Leading at last to satisfaction. Of a sort. Don’t you wonder now and then Where all those might have beens have been While you were waning melancholic Waxing upon the hyperbolic? There’s something in choosing anyway In keeping morose vacillations at bay There something in having a positive pull Of seeing the glass as perpetually full. Of sticking in optimism mode, Of trudging along that happy road . Why wait for another spin of the cards, Another day of fond discards, Another roll of the Ferris whee

The clock strikes the hour, that’s what they all say But is it eight? Is it late? Shall we call it a day? When we met it was spring with the buds being born Now it’s springtime again and I’m feeling forlorn. What’s in it for me, said the mouse to the owl “Come closer, you’ll see”, said the owl on the prowl. “You’re burning so bright”, said the moth to the light “Yet whatever I do you just sit there despite All my flutters and flitters designed to excite! Are you just too bright for a romance tonight?” If we all only knew what to do when deluded By fauna and flora with light bulbs included We might satisfy a grand plan or grand mal-- The heck with it! I’m going to move to Nepal. Things are better in Nepal,  there’s no doubt about this I hear it all the time, "Nepal is pure Bliss". Or perhaps a magic pumpkin patch will do  this time, It's nearby, that's why! And the weather is sublime. Bunnell Farm-- Litchfield. Connecticut

The West Cornwall Covered Bridge spans the Housatonic River. According to Wikipedia, it opened in 1841.

Anger sets the mind on fire, Dragging hot coals along the breast bone, searching for kindling, searching for a light to spark the white hot fuse. stabbing, searing, driving rage with icy calm, shooting bitter shrapnel, tempering the smitten soul, slicing through the broken worn out spirit, pulling the roots apart, exposing again a breaking heart, still striving reaching, craving for a sun, craving soil that isn’t caked with dead dry muddy quicksand, spiraling spinning, spitting, banging thumpity thumpity thump, thump, thump, thump There is no rhythm to it anymore! No inside shell, no place to go to ground. Nothing but an inside war torn up with foxholes, injured and shredded like a grated thing. How can a few remaining decades mend our very substance? Can I re-enter life again, with such a damaged heart? Oh gentle hope, I see you creeping in among the shadows!

Time flew away again It's dusk at the gated garden Colors are settling down Fountain showers blessings in the night

Outsized, outgunned, outmaneuvered all around Out of luck, out of gas, inside out and upside down Uprooted, unsettled, unintended consequences Lone wolf, lady luck, leans into the circumstances Gotta run, gotta, go, gotta take it nice and slow. Season’s changing, rearranging, Summer time in the afterglow. Wedding party and lost fisherman in Conservancy Garden (slanted to the right)

Is there a pathway to that unknown destination? Traveling, traveling, turning a corner here and there, Labyrinths and crossroads, matrices and a web of life; Is that a trace of the Master Weaver Spinning out our destinies?