wordless wed 7/31/19


–photo by me

Creek and Cloud

final creekclouds

The creek and the cloud

Were cut from the same cloth–

Brothers, since the world began,

Comparable in composition,

Yet contrary in composure:

The creek is so laid back,

He is often called lazy,

While the cloud is always

Up in the air over something.


–Photo by me



our minds

are mostly


with model friends

and model trees

and cubicles

we are assigned–

all constructs

of the mind.

what’s out there

is not in here,

and life is

but a dream;

it’s all illusion,

mass delusion–

nothing’s as

it seems,

yet there’s a

common fantasy

to which we

all agree:

the mass


that we call