Monday, June 23, 2008

If No One

If no one's in the forest
when the tree falls
does it really make a sound?

If someone's home
when no one calls
does it really make a difference?

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Hum Along

I wrote this almost twenty years ago and just found it buried with some other things last night.

The fluid movement
of mouth, tongue and fingers
leads to squeals, sighs and sounds of joy,
applause if it's a good performance;
songs of love come
out the end of the
horn - e
flat, b natural, c sharp,
hear music;
blow it
make it sing;
jacket off,
collar unbuttoned,
hollar if
you like it,
hum along.
There's nothing
like good sax.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Where are You?

Where are you?
You were always there for me
but now you’re not.
Where are you?
You taught me well,
but I always thought you’d be
here to see what I learned from you.
But you’re not.
Where are you?
Heaven: myth or reality?
If it’s real, you’re there,
tinkering in the workshop.
If not, then
where are you, Dad?

Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Path

Flying down a rocky path
full speed
on two wheels;
blind curves ahead.
What’s beyond?
More curves?
The edge?
An incline?
Do I really want to know
what’s on life’s path?
Or is discovery the fun part?