My Poem July 2020

My poem, like some others,
is mostly a gentle searching for words
that give my morning coffee taste
and pull my supper from the blues.
I intentionally always dance with you
I mostly sing at the top of my lungs.
I don't yet scribe in tongues

nor sing my words in thought.
I am but the fish you caught.

My songs are mostly smiles
searching out some rounder, prouder world.
We may wear mostly scarfed bandanas
against the whirls of terrible yesterdays
but sometimes it is also tomorrow.
Our masks are not meant to hide
but merely guard our love and abide.

We do not need to borrow from hope;
a step in time is all it takes to cope.