cool

Cool Arizona morning
sometimes the early fog on the brain in the morning can't be lifted
even by the soft morning sun
as a yellow leaf cross the path
a slight chill on the fingers
the traffic is soft and easy
I should think how blessed I am and I do
but it is still cold
there is still a fog on my brain
I am still in traffic

love affair

Imagine a picture of an old man
standing by a grave
you know it must be his wife
although you don't know who he is
or who the grave is
he is probably thinking of all the times
they loved and hated and the differences
the forty or fifty years of life they spent together
the best years and now he is alone
and he is talking to her
his lips may not be moving but he is talking
to an image that perhaps only he sees or remembers
of a time that may very well have been
the very first time the met
or the very last

food

Eating at a Mexican food restaurant the other day
I was struck by the worst case of quesadilla guacamoleism
you know, I like to die before I could get home and take care of it
I wish they would market something for that

Clouds

Sing oh great clouds in a vibrant tenor that only you understand
and only you can sing
sing forth oh great clouds train down on us

I am always amazed that concurrently you can have clouds
with tens of thousands of foot of billowing immensity
and at the same time wisps of clouds
that are barely worthy of the namesake of cloud
billowing in such a nature that they threaten to be and yet
seem to have a twinkle
if they had an eye
that says they know all along that they are not yet
but they could be

I love it when I spot something new in life
today I see clouds that look like northern snow clouds
ready to bring in winter, yet coming from the south
moving at such a rate
you would swear they were race horses
racing to get north to find their destiny perhaps
multiple layers of colors as sunset approaches
the imagination can't fathom yet
exist in reality for all to see
wonders never cease

dogs and children

Have you ever thought to get into the mind of a dog as you watch
loping intently in a straight line over a dirt patch from one empty space to another
thinking of what the heck is this animal doing, where's he going
surely the dog moves as if it is on a purpose from God
as much as any human
heading from point a to point b
of course we could turn that around and say if that is true
perhaps we are no greater than the dog
for although we strive with purpose and intent
moving always moving, knowing where we are going
at least in our minds
have we no less criteria than the dog?

There is a dog in a pickup truck
with its head hanging out the side
yelping and catching the wind and barking at the breeze
I think what if adults did that
think of the joyous splendor
children do it, children allow
their heads to loll and the laughter to fly
with out any consequence
dogs do it, children do it
perhaps we should try

The worm farm and fertilizer company

Started in 19aught and 8, The Worm farm and fertilizer company has grown from Grandpa's passion for the best worms to a worldwide internet sensation rivaling and competing head to head with the plastic worm industry and all its lobbyists in Washington. But of course you already know that. What you may not know about the sizing and grading of worms at the Worm farm and fertilizer company, you don'[t need to know. We have already figured it out. So, you want 3 inch dangly untanglies by the dozen overnight, consider it done. Or the special genetically engineered quarter pounder for cat fishing the large ones? Over night to you with thier own food, thank you. Here is a little secret not all may know.... our worms are so good, some costomers like them barbecued. But don't tell anyone. Find us on the web at www.thewormfarmandfertilezercompany.com, and dig in.

We're all going to heaven

I got Jesus on my belt buckle
Alla on my hat
Buddha in my back pocket
My Zen is going flat

I'm gonna get to heaven someday
Got all my ducks in a row
I'll bring a six pack
You bring the joints to go

And we're all going to heaven
Yes we're all going to heaven
And heaven's just 6 feet underground
Feeding worms and feeding insects
Enriching dirt for trees to grow in
Jesus sure has a way of getting round

I try to let you know
How I feel about you
I interpret by your actions
How you feel about me
I see the universe of difference
I just can't seem to reconcile them
You have always tried
To correct my viewpoint
Making it more reality based
I don't listen
Instead
Choosing to hear only my heart
The heart hears no truths
Sees no reality
Only listens to itself
So years go by
You keep telling me I'll find someone
I keep telling you
I already have

funny watch

What would it be like to find a watch that ran backward? What would you do with it? A backward running watch that made time run backward, yet everything else seemed normal, like time was running forward for everyone except you. What would you do with the gift, and is it a gift or a curse?

This very thing happened to George Money. George is a40 something, has been married to his high school sweetheart for 25 years, works as a middle manager at the local Piggly Wiggly in produce. He has a nice, simple unadorned home 3 miles from work. His wife just started back in the work force after aising the kids and getting them off to college. Her name is Peg and likes her hyphenated name. Her maiden name is Moore, and forgo her career in advertising to raise children. All seems perfect to George and Peg Money. Except for the daydreams.

We all have them, and George and Peg Moore-Money were no different. George saw himself on the stage, and in high school everyone though he would go on to NY and be a great one on Broadway. George has a beautiful soothing tenors voice, and his classmates thought he was a natural at acting. Peg dreamed of herself in a high rise office commanding power in the advertising industry like no woman before. How real life takes hold us and puts us on the path we take.

Now George found this watch while walking home from the supermarket one day, in the pouring rain, because his car had broken down. He noticed that the watch wasn't only very beautiful, but ran backwards. Looking closer at it, he read the inscription "Ask and you will find the answer to your dreams".

As George thought this out, he came up with all the possible realities that could have been for him self and Peg. What if I had only?. To many questions to run though the brain in the rain, although George liked the rain very much.

George thought of how he was an actor, in community theater, and a good one. How he sang in the choir at church, and loved that. George thought of Peg and her dreams of conquest of the advertising world, only to think of how everyone anywhere Peg Moore-Money went, wallets opened up. PTA, Little League, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, High School band. Everywhere Peg went, she was a force not to be denied. When she was the fund raiser for a project, the project got funded. Period.

So. walking in the rain George did the only thing he could possible do. He closed the watch, admired its beauty once more, and tossed it into the storm drain. In his version of the world, George thought he and Peg already had lived their dreams come true.

Just then, Peg drove up, just close enough to startle George, who was lost in thought.

Intro to Owlism

It seems that everyone now is blogging so I might as well get with the program. My Grandmother saw me as an Owl. I don't know how, because I never had a lot of contact with her. But as the years progress, I find either I have grown into the role or she was a very wise woman indeed.

To notice the relationships between everything, how life fits like a crossword puzzle and how it is all connected is my forte. Which is a very self polite way to say, I sit, and watch, everything.

So, with an Owls eyes and a passionate heart both connected to a middle aged single man, I blog