Sage Advice

On vacation years ago on a 100 degree day in June
I was looking for something fun to do that afternoon
At the Tourist Info booth I stumbled upon a gnarly old man
He rocked back and forth in his chair; used his hat as a fan

I asked him what there was to do in his mountain town
He looked up at me and slowly knit his brow

Deep Thought

Take root, deep thought
You have the same soil to hold, everywhere
You have the same stalk to traverse, everywhere
You have the same shade to give, everywhere
You have the same fruits to taste, everywhere

Towards shade

my garden rose

Shelter me O leaves of mine,

from the hot summer sun,

bursting to shine,