Thoughts on a pool

All over and arouswimnd
is but waters
Obscuring the sounds
Veiling the land
Invading my clothes

It dries my optimism
as if buoyancy
did not mean cheerfulness
Then it wets my appetite
as if swimming was a course
And everything else sinks
And everything else floats

I hold on to dear waters
Try to befriend the waves
Cover myself
with the blanket of blue
which promises no protection
from the scorching souvenir
of the king

I’m no queen
I’m nobody
Neither am I any man’s beggar
I’m a wanderer
But I don’t drift

I just travel.

Unafraid now.

Come penetrate me like the raindrops.

To Make Each Day Count


“Well, yes, ma’am, I do… I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.”    -Jack Dawson