The first

It slides and slithers, oh, just so,

before it disappears from feel

to leave a great and growing need

to once again be joined.

Not long until again it’s back

to quench the need and satisfy

and as the sun rises up

the day is greeted happily.

And in the pause before the next

it works its magic deep within

warming, holding, comforting,

and awakening the senses.

But for all that follow in its wake

none so special as the first

and how can humankind survive

without that first one of its kind?

Yes, it is, you guessed I’m sure.

It’s that hot and steaming freshly brewed

morning cup of coffee!

Village of Humanity

In a village of humanity where the children all grow old

double-sided rainbows weren’t expected every day

but suddenly in awe the inhabitants looked up

and radiated energy pulled the sky down to ground.

Blanketed in blue and shades of other hues

the energy confined boiled over into crime

and the mothers, fathers, children, as one became unglued

from a value system and the merit of kinship.

Up and out they struggled one by one alone to find

the earth no longer stable had become a rolling ball

from which they fell and tumbled into a foreign mode.

In adjusting to the temperature and the intensity of change

love became as water free flowing down a drain

and collected in deep pools beneath the earth’s crust.

There it bubbled, boiled, and today it bubbles, boils,

denied full release into the atmosphere

but through the hues of sky and me it erupts occasionally

and sends boulders, pebbles, rocks, flying everywhere.

Catch them … but they can’t

for love and foreign modes

are and will remain

incompatible!