Lazy afternoon

Suspending belief
my thoughts and deeds
flutter out of me
into a wider span
of mind's migrations.

I watch the rising,
vital hungers
and their deadline,
a cloudy turbulence
free of being me.

Where wood resounds
with hammer blows,
offices hum
and passing cars
have destinations.

Quiet

(I)

Forgetful
of my borrowed time
and at rest
with missing answers

nameless but
true as the gift
of a morning
for a first day.

Still …

Where, maker
of breezes that flow
as breezes do,
where to meet you?

(II)

Sometimes I move beyond
the fringes of my thoughts
and artificial space

at ease in not knowing,
not seeing myself, and
at one with the outcome.

Cabin

(I)

In his cabin he thinks
of his views on the world
as having seen too much

with memories turning
to fantasies and tales
on his forgotten selves.

He knows that he lives
at an end where affairs
will unwind without him

free in homelessness
where a soul inhabits
the world as one room.

(II)

When on arriving
there is still a sense
of transformation

a rush of changes
half understood
still moving in the blood

a different world
found in a pattern
of old ones made new.