Everyday Majestic Musings

House stands up tall
on wooden beams
to scaffold someone's future dreams.

Construction crew's
all wearing reds
while building quarters for their beds.

Neighbors must hate
the noise and mess
that make it hard to decompress.

And once it's done
new occupants
will bring expanded opulence.

Majestically the flyer goes
into the atmosphere.

He elevates his eyes and nose
and softly sunlit ears.

The other riders on the plane
face frontward as they soar.

Transplants transcend tele-terrain,
transmigrate door to door.

And so he too, the little man,
sits soundless in his seat,

aboard the plane sans plaint or plan,
upon four furry feet.

Quick trip to Joshua Tree.
All expenses paid for me.
In the desert, by the pool.
Kinda weird, yeah? Kinda cool.
Flee from winter to the heat.
Toast my face and dunk my feet.
Icy plunge then hot tub soak.
Drinking flavored diet coke.
Get some prickles in my socks.
Drive a bit to hike on rocks.
Textures twist to twirling eyes.
Roiling rainbows hypnotize.
Trek to Palm Springs in the car.
Candied shrimp and tiki bar.
Get up late the final day.
Breakfast, hugs, then on my way.

Poems are just practicing
to give my thoughts a rhythmic ring,
to measure and triangulate
the right words to communicate
my dreams, desires, desperations
by transcriptive calculations
into textured explorations
of each moment's fascinations.

I like to go wandering.
It clears my mind for pondering.
Or should I say perambulate
to help me shift my mental state
to open wide to new fixations
like these rhyming meditations
on my routine observations
of my neighborhood's vibrations.