Things That You Will Never Do

Every day you do things

The way everyone does—

I don’t pay attention,

She grumps in the kitchen—

Mostly while you’re thinking

About things that you will

Never do, never do

Never shove remotely

Close to really doing.

And that’s pretty human—

To be doing something

While thinking of doing

Something that never would

Be finished in these woods.

A Several World

An obvious fact—
Each one is not one;

Everyone’s many.
Unity depends

More on not being
Any other one

Than on being one.
In our several

Worlds we’re wary
Of different things.

We know how discomfort
And pain can begin

With no intention
Ever of ending.

We stay in our world
Where fewer new things

Need to be understood
To survive. Sometimes,

We get past barriers,
Encourage each other,

Speak of wariness,
Leap past, become friends.

By courage, sometimes,
We reach out our hands.

Visitor in the Front Yard

Rummaged to the sun
In the maples ranged
On opposite sides

Of the Main Street, gold
At this hour, after
The downpour, before

Sunset commences,
You roll across lawn
That’s mostly clover

And dandelions.
You’re a show watching
A show that’s watching.