Quiet confusion

From the moments of unknown

Blow over like the wind on frozen snow

Yet the confusion is thick as fog

And heavy as lead

One could conclude what is forgotten

Could be left for dead

But the jokers face painted on the kings throne

Has become all to well known

For being the jackal of trades

Knowing nothing wide or far

So know that the real confusion

Is not in the print in front of you

But rather in the depths of the quiet

When you are alone in search of

What is good in this life

Up the coast

When the gentlemen play all day

The grass grows

The game of golf

The gander of the seas

Every blade in the rain

And sun

Billowing clouds over the

Cliffs hang low

To see the ball fly

And only know

A game and a journey

One shot at a time

Played with a memory of the past

And in the inches of your mind

Desert dwellers upon the orange heat of the day

The Sonoran cactus is growing astray

From the heat that can bend the knee

And blister the forehead

The desert dwellers thrive in the uncertainty

Of life

Upon the sands of wind and time

Belief that one day

To fully live and be kind

The hat shades the face

And the shirt the skin

But the desert dwellers are stronger within

To take the light and make a life

In the desert light

The desert birds reside

On the lifeline by

Which the narrow path leads

A simple existence is made

Staying out of the sun and in the shade

To be ever present and aware

Of the looming dangers from the darkest

Corners of the sandy coves

To be inspired by the birds upon the branches

As the avoid the suns avalanches of light and heat

I learn to be aware

As the birds just sitting there

In the desert heat

The bird or the game

Played on the same

Land that makes us feel

The heart of the world

In our fingertips and hearts

The albatross is lonely but not alone

Wild but soft

Albatross of the world

Or the albatross of golf

A game with the small white ball

To hear the same words

Used at the break of dawn

When the sun rises up

Groggy but moving along

I hear the birds call out from

Over the marsh and fly free

The albatross sets sail

Over the lily’s I see

Blurry eyed vision

From the decision

Of the worlds mind

Eyes on the prize

To be forgotten not once

But twice in the

Twilight of life

A child was once a kid

Who grew into a man

A man who then returned

To a child at heart

The years passed

But the heart remains the same

Learning but going back

The way the heart

Came

Risk or return

Light it up or let it burn

These are the consequences

That we face

Daily as we race

Toward the sun of time

A game in the limelight

Of life

To choose and be smooth

Up the fairway and through

The woods

Life taught through the light of the morning dawn

On the dew of grass

Lies the life of learning

And the progress of a ball

Toward a single hole

One word

Meaningless without

The others

What moves a word to meaning

Like a mosaic moving together

To see the art unveiled

How to use the language

To bring about the perception

Of truth

But the truth hinges on what is

Around the words

We use and

Don’t understand

To be a held up emotion

So seek the truth

Not only the word

But the entire body of light

Shed on the mosaic of life

The paper moon

Torn on the life

To know one moon

Is to know many

Colors of vibrant blue

Drip off the page

Pulling the eyes clearly to the

Light at hand

Paper pushes the boundary

Of the moon in it’s one dimension

If the paper were to bend

What would we see

From the shapes that reflect the light

And the beauty

Of a paper moon lifted

Over the sea