Day: December 10, 2019

 What will the sea throw up today?
 Its behavior is not known or unknown
 Three days ago, two days ago and one day ago
 It throw huge waves, thunderously, upon the shore
 Today that same sea is calm and innocent 
 Lending to us a feeling of control
 But the subliminal knowledge that we control nothing
  
 Where is the dune that was created over the last fifteen years?
 Covered with grasses and vines with long spidery roots
 Over seven feet tall in places and twenty-five feet across
 The sea stormed its way in and took it away
 In its recovery it took all of my totems 
 It took my eight-foot square meditating deck
 And the thirty year old bench that we sat on
  
 It claimed part of another, older dune and
 Did this without a permit from 
 The Department of Environmental Quality
 The department with its man rules that
 Make things impossible for those who wanted
 To build a lovely home on the magnificent shore
 Because one endangered Lily stood in the way
  
 The sea has reclaimed the Lily and without a doubt
 Thrown it with the current to a new location to flourish 
 This is what the sea does; it has no rules, but just is
 We foolishly get in the way of nature with our novel ideas
 Build walls which finally, in time, break down
 But, oh, I remember them well and weren’t they great
 Especially when the light of the setting sun fell upon them
  
 The sea is forever changing and we are helpless
 We reverse rivers to our own detriment 
 Rivers are straightened and swamp drained
 Until the unintended consequences come to pass
 Then we spend millions and billions trying to restore
 Will we ever learn?  That is the question
 Today the answer is no, but then there is hope
  
 Stanski
 December 10, 2019 ^
  
   

 Teardrops
 Raindrops
 Rainbows
 Van Gogh
 Indigo
 Picasso
 Mistletoe
 Banjo
 Tango
 Tangle
 Laying low
 Persuading
 Evading
 Memories
 Slow go
 Cargo
 Too much
 As such
 New fad
 Too bad
 Bagpipes
 Copper pipes
 Plastic banana
 Persona non grata
 Bad fit
 Then quit
 How sad
 Step it up
 Drinking cup
 Rearrange
 Forgive 
 Forgiven
 Now glad
  
 Stanski
 December 10, 2019 ^ 

 New day
 This day
 Everything soon will start to fit
  
 This day
 No play
 Long work list will make you sick
  
 Start slow
 Then go
 Just fast enough to avoid the kick
  
 Sun day
 Fun day
 The rent is due, should start to click
  
 Slow go
 No show
 All of this and I don’t give a lick
  
 Day done
 Had fun
 Work still to do calls for the whip
  
 Final day
 No pay
 Laid to rest, bow your head and rip
  
 Stanski
 December 10, 2019 ^
   

 The big comeback
 Almost lost and now on the verge of victory
 And then only to be denied because somehow
 The other players needed victory more than we
  
 We almost made it
 We almost made a thing of it
 Where it would take us fascinates us more in fantasy
 Than it would in the world of reality
  
 When we don’t have it we can extrapolate outcomes
 To levels almost beyond belief
 We can become critics of those who won
 And who seemingly do nothing with the benefits they received with victory
  
 The actual doing 
 In the jungle of obstacles and probabilities
 Is daunting and beyond the scope of imaginary projections
 We want the losers to keep dreaming
  
 The winners to keep working through new problems and situations
 Winners can begin dreaming and losers can try problem solving
 We mix the good with the bad
 The haves with the have nots
  
 The bitter with the sweet and
 Somewhere in this process come up 
 With either an overall good outcome
 Or a blandness which fits all, but makes no one happy
  
 We have room for all but reward the winners
 Encourage the losers
 Recruit new players and slowly advance
 The process is exciting; the dreaming essential
  
 Confrontation with reality is a must
 Together we grow and perfection is still sought
 We give allowance for error and make preparation for failure
 Mountains await us, just because we can
  
 Stanski
 December 10, 2019 ^