perfect for skipping rocks

a mission to turn

someone else onto

the thinking that

there is a better way

back when I was young

thoughts were simple

ideas stacked up

knock them down

learned a lot and unlearned more

since back then when everything

was simple like the day

and beautiful like the night

and who is writing it down

for people like me

want to think

and that’s exactly what I do

but what am I doing

poetry or random thoughts

no longer filled with anger or sadness

left it in the pages behind

forward progression

the positive struggle

to leave the world a little better

than when I found it

find it still every day and night

knowing most people aren’t thinking

for themselves or about hurting each other

but what do I know where do I go

grew up reading too much

listening to the original street music

as it was born big boom boxes

and even bigger headphones

heavy bass and even played drums for a bit

never dropped the pen though

unless to the page like the needle to a record

simple ideas to end the day

couple of cardinals in the tree

and a family of rabbits in the brush

hardly alone in this place near the still pond

no wind perfect for skipping rocks…