I'm Not

I’m not weak;

I just don’t pretend to be unnaturally strong.

I’m not without confidence;

I’d just rather try to be humble.

I’m not stubborn;

I just can’t accept what you say about me.

I’m not stupid;

I just don’t presume to have the universe figured out.

I’m not lost;

I just like finding things in my own way.

I’m not boring;

I’m just not explosive.

I’m not prudish;

I’m just not wild 24/7.

I’m not naive;

I’d just rather not be faithless.

There are only two sides to a coin,

But I like the edge.

And it won’t destroy or make me

If you believe it or not.

I Am Writing With George Winston During A Small Rain Shower

Piano music reminds me of rain:

Damp, cool, soft, quiet, melodic

White noise.

Not quite sad,

Not quite rejoicing…

We may dance for many reasons.

I walk in weather like this

When I want to be anywhere

But inside

or where I was.

Perspective dodges raindrops

With me,

While I hear sidewalk pianos

Plink, plink, plink.

I think

To the sounds of rain

Or piano:

Each individual note

And patter

Within chords and splatters.

Parts of my brain

Twitch with each sound.

And my mind

Is washed clean,

And my thoughts

Are made clearer

After thunderous chords.

And my pulse

Is contained

In orderly measures

with a beat

you might breathe to

as the clouds pass.