tangible -


what a nice word


to use




in a
poem

my thoughts about this world
are nothing more than just

my thoughts

about



this world

take the ocean
and put it in a box



but don't tell me





and I'll know





that when you smell a rose
when you sip a bit of life's ember



you'll think of me



and I will always be there







a million hugs

in the sound



of the ocean
waves



(when you wiggle that box



back
and forth)

who needs forever



when you have a moment

to be a sea




of sensations

here





to spend one more night

on earth



who needs to be in love

when there are endlessly different stars



fallen

in a poet's palm





leaves

unanswered letters





don't stop



life comes



from far beyond chrysanthemums

and november fog





and it's here -









are you?