Inching like an optimistic caterpillar,
across the hot sidewalk of regret;
fifty-five years since Kennedy died,
CIA still above the law in need of vet.
I am not mad that we killed our Earth
in search of gold and easy living;
I cannot be mad and simultaneously
fend off temptation to keep on drinking.
I love my enemy, and if not bring hell
into life as a grave, sad possibility!
We can let Fear guide us or some version
of God, coincidence or serendipity!
I love the calm lines of the lonely lass,
who picks me up because she knows…
She is aware that I’m lonely, too, not
consciously but truthfully as it often goes…
I inch along, the inchworm ready to plant!
The tide is low a while, the garden prepped;
Sunshine lurks behind the Summer clouds,
Goodness a rainbow out of fog leapt.
God forgive our mistakes, one at a time
made in the path to oblivion far and wide…
“Keep swimming,” saith the Disney swimmer,
We’re not that great but could be…
Henry’s blessed Heroes in the strife!!!