15 january

set the goal and the posts look -- what, closer? far? one hundred yards and arms away like buckets full of sand to make an ocean of devotional sayings -- weighing in like audience members voting in and out of numbers, blundering up and down the aisles: this is me and here are my trials! loud-mouthed busybodying wondering how the garden grows more than what the reflection shows -- set those standards and close my eyes, loosen the neck and tighten the tie. can't help the cake if you don't like the pie. what is the reason and where is the why?

even as the line breaks, the same mistakes repeat themselves. dreams on the shelves and days at the desk, passing the test and upping the buck: promotion to the next level that takes the same balance beam to walk, a day to talk and a night to listen -- glistening wink and a flash in the sink too fast to swallow to shallow to drink (what would you think if i threw it all away and ran to the west with the hand of a guest well-matched with the best of intentions? too lazy here to mention what the where or why the when sends thoughts swift-reeling but easy feelings say away looks so much fresher) the measures clear for measure and the pages take off landing all the tanks go on expanding as the sky extends away --

let's imagine opportunity and what this ought to mean : are there apples and bananas and will we know when we have seen all the chances for the merrygo with the sailing toward away or will the roundabout come and pick us up when we ever choose to play?