No return
No return
From whatever path we choose
There are ever fresh jumping off spots
:- Doug.

Nothing is assured
To be uncertain
Is to be
Looking over the edge
Of the possible
:- Doug.
Reach for our road’s furthest point—
Schweitzer played his piano evenings,
found moments to relax and receive beauty
Jesus went off alone between reaches
They stayed not their feet
from their chosen road—
How far can our road be opened?
:- Doug.
My poetry circles and circles
triangulates and triangulates
Only see edges
:- Doug.
Speak to empty yourself
Not to fill others
Maybe they will fill you
:- Doug.
Letting another in
Restrains not your freedom
Each increases your creative choices
:- Doug.
Nor in the sky above us
Nor in the ground upholding our feet
But all around us
In every living thing
And in the things we don’t yet see as living
:- Doug.