The lake ice cracks
Sea monsters unseen
So it must be warmth in the air

A poetic still life:
a few pears, a plum, in a bowl
light reaching the same through a window,
and just out of the frame,
a doleful unicorn.

I know they say
“the present moment is enough”
and I’ve done the dishes before,
honest.
But I confess to also
liking those moments
that are six flapjacks
with a side of bacon, and home fries,
and maple syrup,
and fruit salad,
and more syrup,
all of it served hot
and getting cold, tuck in

The irony is
if your burdens
were to jump off a bridge
they’d be fine

You are just ten minutes from happiness
says your lazy cat
without speaking