6/6

I do come together these days filled with friends, 
Joined by art, not really to escape but to combine
Sweet time together.

6/3

I have been here before, this home by the creek,
Have settled in feeling comfortable and welcomed,
Time to savor.


Good space and land and food and most sweet
Company and the chance for more sweet time taken
To enjoy friends.

6/1

Car packed, dogs and painting equipment stowed,
Heading for the western shore to paint again
With friends

5/28

Well the best part of the weekend was having 
This friend and her dog here, this year show
Still wasn't good.

5/25

It is going to be hot this weekend as I go
A few hours drive to help a friend
Set-up her show,


A show I did last year, rejected this.
Mixed about it as only sold one piece,
but hate rejection.

5/20

It has been a tough few weeks, not feeling well.
On days it is rough to get going, it can be all right
To just putter.

5/16

How to reach out, how to do more than just
Cobble the days together beyond to a place 
Solid and complete.


I do not have the answer, am still struggling,
Wondering, is this still the right road to travel or
Am I lost.

5/11

Back from Kentucky, the bug I caught
North finally showing. Not well, to tired to go
Just staying home

5/7

Health and best joy, sweet contentment
These I've known in the innocence of
Believing all's well


852 days later, know little expected is true.
Am thankful for the love, just wish it
Was still here.

5/6

The corn is ankle high this cool Sunday,
The last two seasons were planted in beans.
I was glad.


Glad for that short crop allowing long views,
all the better to avoid whatever ills might try
Sneaking too near.


This year, perhaps, I can welcome the sense
Of shelter a tall corn stand  offers, as now I can
Stand, me, alone.

5/5

Watched, as I could this Derby day, always like
Good horses performing well. I saw this race while
Doing other things.


Now have bundled up, have taken dinner
To your bench where the rain can't reach, 
A fog settles,


Leaving all enclosed within the weather,
Dining to the sound of pattering rain
All around me.

5/4

Returning from another trip is harder
This time. I am tired, wondering why I 
Push so hard.


Perhaps, perhaps, If I push hard enough will
Break through to the good with you. No, no, know
It isn't true.


Know the impossibility through the all of me, know it.
But know no other way in which to break through,
It is hard.


And I am tired.

4/27

Habits, ritual, wanted or not, do so compel us.
So, on evenings possible I do walk with wine
Watching the sunset.


Walk along a grassy path which twines to a
Simple center, which allows in time of steps
A quiet contemplation.


Though this soft beauty does extend comfort,
I miss you no less, however remembrances
May give guidance,


Give hope I may finally find a path through
What we had to what I need. Meanwhile, 7:44
It is sunset.

4/26

Drove late into the night, haggard from too much time
Alone and moving. Woke to catch a ferry home.
Hoping for home.


The boat swings softly side to side, humming,
As gulls laugh and dolphins break the waves, lovely
Sleek dark forms.


I am alone in this swaying place under graying skies,
Salted wind on skin, chatting with strangers. You, dearest,
Would've been seasick.

4/25

Honestly, thought I would be loved, cherished long.
Fool me. Now only another alone, special to none,
Wishing for more.


It hurts, it does, this day, for myself, 
my mother, my aunt, burying her husband,
learning this life.