Fresh Start

You can always start over

‘til it’s over.

Today can be the day it all comes together,

why the señorita is singing as she walks,

what the old grumps in the coffee house

are discussing,

why it feels good to have a new book, 

fresh paper to write on.

The little things add up to the Big Picture.

That’s why Eliot wrote:

“Oh, do not ask ‘what is it?’

Let us go and pay our visit.”

“For once, then, something.” Frost

For once seeing something without description,

The Teeth Mother Naked At Last,

the aforementioned seniorita,

the next guapo caballero,

it’s all ordinary magic.

It’s a big world,

it’s a small world,

it’s an unfathomable universe

though some have actually seen it.

Since the mind doesn’t die and we have forever,

might as well could start enjoying the ride.

It’s happening now, within you and without you.

It’s wabi-sabi natural perfection throughout 

the Whole Megillah, are some words.

Sooner or later it’s your turn,

whether you like it or not.

Life could be a dance,

or you could live it as if someone has a contract 

out on you.

That’s a pretty heavy line to end on.

Good thing it doesn’t have to end.