Cute Day

Lots of smiles and Buenos Dias…

not thinking about the universe…

oops.

Rainy season ended with two nights

of wind, knocking out the lights….

the winds are always the tell.

A man, chunky strong, pink shirt,

black pants, grudgingly gives a gruff

howdy, obviously engaged in causes

and conditions,

not that there’s anything wrong with that.

He’s just another universe waiting to be discovered…

oops.

There’s so much I don’t know,

so much I forgot,

but not the big pieces…

I have a few good brain cells left.

Is that why everything seems so simple anymore?

Might as well could be.

And so it goes.

We’re already here, so it seems ludicrous 

that we’d try to get there, since we can’t anyway.

Put that in your Rococo algorithm 

and elaborate 

and characterize

or, like me,

slowly slide through the space maze

enjoying the journey 

repetition is how we learn.