if at first

love is what keeps a 757

aloft

in 200 mph headwinds

a new year is a strange and wonderful

fiction

so many little births and deaths

chances

for something fresh and

vivacious

the winter world slumbers

above

as 2006’ whispers its stories

below

the Empire is crumbling

the irony of nuclear rich America

spending itself poor to prevent nuclear

proliferation …

the ruckus of a big tree

crashing

to the forest floor

wear light sandals and robes

feel the anguish of technology’s

garb.

today we try to find one another

again

we are each

Odysseus

wandering homeward