Possibilities

 

Another gorgeous B. C. day – a walk – no driving

in an age, - consciousness of – that has been arriving.

On this fine day, on my rounds – the bowling alley,

I came upon, a lady I know – well not really –

 

I first met her at our local drug store – postal worker, her position.

A year later, on a Sunday stroll, I met her on Shaughnessy Street.

After our conversation, this PYT ( pretty young thing ) I did meet,

a smart ass, who gives me a wuz up ?, well sweetie, my supposition

 

is this, the sky, the clouds, the moon, the stars,

numerous solar systems, planets, happy humans and Mars

- who inhabit this universe – that’s wuz up my dear.

A perception from our point of view, I fear.

 

For - beyond the quicksand, the crust, the quagmire,

the mantel and the core, lays our spirit, set on fire

by all that hovers beneath, under, below wuz up,

that also becomes, wuz down my little butter cup.

 

B. J. “A” 2

May 1^st 2005