if I could spend even a day on the couch of any
yesterday named
I think no matter how so appealing that idea might be
that, I would choose not to do so
for every moment granted has its chosen place
and each placement has definite purpose
so carefully organized in the scheme of this one
life thus so
besides the joy of the true abstractionist is in
the abundant tiny details
the accounting for and recounting of every experience's angle and or revealed possibility
there is so much even in so little
the world so like life itself
is all in how you look at it
not when or where
and once at the very pinnacle
its the whatever that holds my poet's attention closest to the venerable fire
and that in all its own glorious self is the crest of this poet's purpose
(written Dec 8,2004 930am)