Since my dad’s passing weekends give
Me leisure more than ever I have known
And showed what pleasure one can live
With reverie alone.
Often in naked thought I stand
Before the mirror of my mind
And feel that in itself is grand,
And love my genius blind.
As options for the bees and birds
Become few now I take my ease
By making do with thoughts and words,
Only myself to please.
1/14/24
I Dwell In Possibility 