When we lived elsewhere and elsewhen: backyard sunset. Not sure I’ll get around to posting more.

Yes is the No Where that leads to Some Where or Some When, but always to an Any-When, an Any-Where.
Yes whips Some Where and Back When into Here-Now: No When, No There.
No is the Non-Where that cannot lead, cannot follow, cannot do anything but hang curtains of illusion between us.
No jerked out of Satan's mouth mid-plummet, greeted Moses after Sinai, cloaked Judas's lips during his god-kiss, takes little bites out of our daily redemption.
Yes is the Here that pinpoints Now, focuses our hearts like candles mid-night, like a scream on a quiet summer's night.
Yes escaped Jesus's mouth accepting pounded nails, danced in Stephen's blood, dissolved barriers 'tween mortal enemies, plasters o'er cracks in our good intentions.
No was good enough in Its Day, made us look more intelligent, more urbane: critics, noses tipped. But Now, Yes must be given Its Due, must claim center stage in our heart's theatre, in our dreams of Perfection.
Then we'll move on to Yes-No and No-Yes, live in Then-Now making plans for Now-When.
Single-note poems,
Listen up!
Solos, well & good,
Don’t cut it.
Today, complexities
Rule!
Cacophonous sometimes,
Symphonious
Others, but…
“Collaborative teams” —
That’s our new cachet!
Okay, mister poet.
Slowly. Go slowly.
Add one-part
Harmony. Let’s see
How it goes. (Still…
Isn’t this is a
Single-note poem?)
I’m obviously not dedicated enough yet. First Thanksgiving in the US, then a week-long family visit, and next thing you know, three weeks have gone by since I put up a simple photo. Well, here’s another to hold us over for a few days until I get back on the writing horse. From a recent hike in a nearby state park.
