Intervals fade to auberjine,
An impassive caricature
I sit benign
as an old bronze Buddha.


Caressing precious minutes
in my up turned palms.
Mediating change
that ancient chameleon.


As the ordinary
drowns atrophied in yesterday.
I cast the bones and read the runes
seeking an augury of rational
to support these shifting patterns.


Moods
authentic woven
of gossamer mental milkweed.
Shuttled boldly by the weaver in the
weft and woof
on the loom of my life.


I find myself blown
in jade green
dissipation
on this wind of change.
I cling
artless and innocent
a swirling phantasm.
Lost..
Seeking the crystal faceted
Nirvana,
of my new reality