stopping along the way
friend come with me
away from all this sameness
away from neighbors and overtime
endless sales and tempting credit
petty lawn competitions
and feel unchained
leave this concrete puddle
glide down asphalt ribbons to gravel
stop halfway in neither town nor camp
pick a place where dust clouds grab bumpers
and enjoy being dragged along
and feel unrestrained
take time to explore cottony clouds
floating around in their elephantine blue tub
marred by ribbons of crisscrossing vapor trails
see a late to bed silvery morning moon
revel in this spring day
and feel liberated
mother plays her anxious tune
watch angry black clouds charge over treetops
natural lights blink midst active drums rolls
so catch rain drops in a glass
drink a thunderstorm
and taste what is
see the first struggling living greens
burst outward before hopeful winter eyes
change the world to warm expanding green
sipping glasses of gentle cool rains
in showy flower time
and feel renewed
study busy tractors moving
down long rows and returning
noisy passing trucks changing gears
planting time for a grand banquet
for our fine tabletop
and feel contentment
stand quietly with eyes closed
inhale a gentle passing breeze
breathe fragrances in blossom time
smell sweet new mown hay
listen to bees work overtime
and feel absolved
relish this day without questions
stand patiently waiting your turn
next after the bumble bee
to smell a delicious flower
sniff deep a sweet fragrance
and feel energized
walk along a gravel roll
experience a joyful berry time breeze
hot melting sun on a road ditch briar patch
tempting lure of shade for a sampling
chew and swallow a bit of sun
and feel invigorated
watch parading trucks and combines
like busy beavers leaving and returning
head bursting fits of sneezes
gulping daily dirty air tablets
watery eyes at banquet time
and feel toleration
each arriving drags a dust cloud
down into long rows of campers or tents
after green or silver or plastic outlay
sneak away for a walk in the woods
along a creek or wooded path
and feel free
Part three
Science fiction
Six
Science Fiction: One day on the evening news the talking heads were going on about other planets being found by studying gravitational wobbles. It made me think about the only real proof of life on other planets would be for a visitor from or to visit another planet.