The clouds, they’re a comin’ and bearing some wrath - looking to displace upon all in their path. Who can see the approach and get themselves set for an approaching tempest bearing electrons and wet? Once caught in the midst there’s not much one can do other than seek some shelter and both smile and stew. Alas it will end, ultimately fading away - be ready to regroup amidst sunnier days.

When on an island or a boat the world is mirrored by a moat which bounces brilliance from space and sky and things in orbit or streaming by

Out with friends, drinking some wine, the talk flows freely and the food‘s divine. We’re catching up on what’s old and new - has anyone heard from others of the crew? Future plans are loosely made for an expanded outing in some heat and shade. Once dinner’s done and we’re on our way, we savor a kinship spanning decades and days.

0202 markes a month and day in a delightfully symmetrical kind of way

2020 is a year still new _ in this dated poem involving the number two

But what of zero, it’s not just a void ... for two doesn’t become twenty until after it’s deployed

A decade is done, the next is arrived - I’m both reflecting backwards and feeling forwardly alive.

Some old emotions are swirling down within and mixing with an excitement for what’s about to begin.

The resulting cocktail is an embodiment of life: sweet anticipation poured over a few shots of strife.

Yes the 10s are over, time to put them to rest. The 20s are here; they might just be my best ...

Rivets are revealing when they’re all aglow, for they’re keepin‘ it real, they’re not just for show

Forged from softened cylindrical steel, each cooled component sits steadfast and annealed

Many parts put together, forming large from small, an assembly still standing, timeless and tall

Summer seems so far away when darkness averages more than light of day and the memory of surf slowly seeps away from vibrant color into shades of grey

A flaky skin wraps a luscious core, it's rings revealed when sliced and explored; beginning with the rooted ends, cut quickly as the fumes extend for acid forms upon meeting the eyes, provoking the cook into a culinary cry

The moon stands watch over a city below with sky, sea and streets all glistening for show causing the world viewed from on high to appear without woe

With the present receding again and again, looking backwards, memories begin to extend beyond cognitive certainties into a subconscious sublime - thence recalled randomly via an emotional vine

Subway poles rise from the floor to a reflective ceiling that by some is adored while others peek around tubular bends as they seek a sight line that doesn’t offend in a packed enclosure that comes and goes with choreography not always apropos

Grassy blades slant across the scene, tossed by zephyrs in a blur of green that’s petitely punctuated by yellow below as shy little flowers steadily join the show

Situated singularly on a cold concrete floor, a seat is salvation for toes and more, it’s occupants observing, in a pivoting way, an indoor installation on a quiet winter day

 The tempest is past, silhouetted towers remain - sandwiched between sunset and residuals of rain

Mankind and nature dancing a tango of two, footprints soar stirringly in a surrealistic stew

Brazenly branded on their cellulose skins, tatted trees broadcast many amorous sins - such as AJ loves Lucy, or maybe MJ loves Jim - liaisons announced back when she was wanting of him

And what of each climber and his feelings today? Sans a sharp edge does he have much to say?

Edges ripple across a plain with an apparent bite that just might explain the element of danger that’s potentially perceived without being properly handled or carefully received

Embracing existence, above and below - Twisting and turning, on a roll - Holding tightly, then letting go - Grasping newly, now in the know - Connecting consciously, not for show - Bringing empathy, a salve for woe - Lending a hand, feeling aglow

Riding the Earth through space and sky while hauling west on I95 under a crescent Moon a quarter alive

Traffic is light with the horizon ablaze, a frequent event that will surely amaze as travelers bridge to night from day

Solid yellow and a dotted white, painted pavement glows fairly bright, giving guidance to get home all right

With the river reflecting a chromatic sky, bridges bisect a river plied as workers wend their way back home in trains or cars beneath a darkening dome

A snare and cymbal (side by side) await awakening from sticks astride at an event occurring imminently (or soon) where they’ll play their role beating out a tune

A snarly face is perpetually graced with gilded skin and a toothless space and eyes gone missing or otherwise misplaced amongst the aisles of a theatrical place

Kempt kiosks beckon with light as commerce continues (left and right) with silhouetted shoppers sans crowds to fight below undulating arches (magnificent and bright) 

Tarnished timber on a shore, resting briefly then moving more ==> Taken by tide, origin unknown - floating freely, not nailed or owned ==> Knowing mostly sea or sand; no longer tethered to the land