Oh Pigeon of Dana Point
So purposefully
So deliberately
You strut through the crowd
Of your insatiable kin
Carnelian bead eyes
Shine from an iridescent
Blue and green head
jerking this way and that
Certain that I am
Good for a snack
And determined it will be yours
You turn a deaf ear to my “shoos.”
Oh Pigeon of Dana Point!
You have been cruelly deceived
By those who taught you.
Not every abundant woman
Has a bag of chips in her purse.
The Universe Looks Upon Itself
The Universe knows itself
as the endless process
regenerated in every birth
Not Beginning and Ending
continually Creating and
Obliterating itself
Strings of coded pearls
continually move on
to a new embrace
Finite Intellect recognizes
the familiar collocation
of Each and Other
The Infinite Perpetual
sees no Each and Other
The Universe knows only All
Dream Journal: The Ones That Got Away
Beyond language
evasive fever dreams
taunt with vague hints,
confound with metaphorical riddles,
surprise with emotional cream pies in the face.
They dare you to capture them,
to pen their mysteries in your journals.
Like mercury spilled from the broken thermometer,
they scatter into a thousand bits at your touch.
Proof that your possibilities are endless.
laura miller/2021
909-225-5970
lmskills1@mac.com
