Social Occasions

As I move from one world
to another,
I notice

that I'm going to
have to interact more
with strangers

than I did in my
old world.
It feels awkward

to meet new
people who do something
different with their lives

and whom I don't know you.
So I grasp at straws
trying to find something

in common.
Very strange, indeed.
Almost like the dating game!

Baseball Card

When I was a kid, I bought
a box of baseball cards.
There must have been

a hundred packages of cards,
or so it seemed,
at the time.

I separated the bubble gum
from the cards,
and put the whole box

on a metal shelf in
our warm
summer kitchen.

All the bubble gum
melted together
and I learned

another life lesson,
as I do
every day of my life.

Back then,
we all dreamt
of being on a card

of our own.
Little did we know
that it was as simple

as having
a little imagination
and a lot of inspiration.

Obnoxious

There is something obnoxious
when you use all the crayons
in the box.

Maybe it is crass
to show off so much
wealth,

or perhaps
it is the
lack of restraint.

Is sophistication
about painting an all black
canvas? Do our

eyes (or brain)
shun sensory
overload

and blaring
loud
music?

Two Questions

Why is it
that you can be so close
to having things

the way you want them,
and then you knock over
a ceramic artifact

and it shatters,
or you cut your hand
with a rough fingernail,

or you get intangled
with the mess-ups
of banks and insurance

companies? Or all three?
Where does the
happiness go when

she is so deftly
replaced with one
screw-up after another?

Concentricity

When I was seventeen
I started painting concentric bands,
hoping always to let

every color and thought show
through, both because
they had "currency" (to me)

since they were once part
of the picture,
and also because

I never wanted to
throw anything away

(especially a color).
Now,
forty-four years later,

I return,
using a
different media,

but the same concept.
The picture becomes more
decorative as well,

giving (me) a feeling of a
Persian miniature
or rug.

My Friend and the Naked Nymph

When my friend went to the
rest room at the Thai restaurant,
I decided to start today's drawing.

Not knowing what to draw,
a bottle of red pepper sauce
caught my eye.

Then
"in my wildest dreams"
a naked nymph

came to the table
to test the sauce
with her finger.

Satisfied,
she quickly departed,
and my friend returned.

It is Sad

Yes, it is sad
that it is hard
to change things.

Sometimes we are out
in a desert and our
axle binds up and

we can't move and
there is no help
available, and

we know that
with just a little
shift all would be well,

but it isn't happening,
so we stand there,
helpless and alone

with our arms up in the air
waiting for a wisp
of fresh air.

What is this?

The Buddhist wondered
"what is this" for ninety days,
and then discovered that

time goes very fast,
and suffering is
just a point of view.

Relieved not to be a Mouse

We all had nicknames
in grade school.
I suppose it was

a rite of passage.
I'm not sure
I remember

anyone else's,
but mine
was certainly

etched in everyone's
vocabulary,
as well as in mine.

"Mouse"
they called me, partly
because my ears stuck

straight out,
and partly
because I was so short,

and then partly
because it kind of
alliterated,

if that's a word, with
my last name,
"Mosley."

The Little Prince

He stood on the
foreign world
for a long time.

It was a place
that was not his,
and one day,

when he went to leave,
he discovered
that he had merged

with that strange planet,
casting doubts
on any hope

that he
could now leave
in one piece

to go off
to his peaceful
kingdom.

Popcorn

Many evenings
the wife and I
watch television and eat popcorn.

It sounds a little decadent,
like we are couch potatoes,
but to the contrary,

we neither watch TV
nor eat popcorn.
She works on jewelry

and I make a drawing.
Sometimes one of us
makes popcorn, but

that is mainly for
the dogs, who consider
it quite a treat

from their monotone color
and taste
daily meal.

The TV is on, but
neither of us can
afford to watch it

because she might
drop a stitch (she
weaves copper wire)

and I might screw
up my drawing.
Here,

Zoe is waiting to
see if this is going
to be a popcorn night.

She had a long day
chasing rabbits,
and would rather

be off snoring in a
dark corner of the
dining room if

the popcorn
is not going to
make an appearance.

Symbiotic Relationship

Crossing a street
many years ago
I told my son

to look both ways
before he crossed.
"What," he said,

"should I do
if a car
is coming?"

Now I have
a better idea,
some would call it

a two headed person,
but I'm happy calling it
a symbiotic joining,

so each is looking
out for the other
to preserve the whole.

Now we are looking for that
specialty clothes store
so we can come out of the closet.

Dr. Stout and Dr. Pavlov

Today we went to
the vet,
the dog and I.

It used to be once
a year,
but now that she's older,

it is twice
a year unless
we have some issue,

which deserves
a special visit.
My dog started sniffing

every inch of the office,
and then started
profusely salivating,

as if Dr. Pavlov
had suddenly rung a bell,
and the food would soon

be coming.
Then Dr. Stout
came into the examination

room,
and listened to
her heart,

and then gave her
an array of shots,
at which point

he commented
on the salivation,
which he said to watch

when we got home.
Later that evening
I made some popcorn,

and,
low and behold,
the salivation reappeared.

Pavlov lives,
may he
R.I.P.

Science and God

Some say that science
is the answer,
that it tells us

where things came from,
why things work,
and when they will

change into something else.
Others say God is the
supreme being.

Still others are not
so sure, and remember
that science gave us

the atomic bomb,
while God gave us
a world with one

disaster after another.
God tests, some say, and
other insist that he

works in mysterious ways.
Art, for me, grasps
the wonders of the universe

in a much more
comprehensive manner,
understanding that the

whole is a more holistic
and beautiful
methodology.

Postmodernism at the Eye Doctor

We were both waiting
for the eye doctor,
she reading a book,

and me
drawing a picture
of her

reading a book.
She seemed to be reading
a book that she never

wanted to be over,
like some people
live their lives.

I watched her
out of the corner
of my eye

read the last
page over
and over,

as if she could
prolong
or

change the
ending
the next time around.

Who'd like to Step on two Faces?

I thought I'd make
a carpet, so I took
two lovers

and put them
smack bang
in the middle

of a pattern.
When I showed it
to my friend

she said,
"who'd like to step
on two faces."

Honesty sucks
at ll:30 pm.
Wouldn't it be nicer

to have someone
just give compliments,
or would it?

Wise Dog

I'm not sure why
they say
that the dog

is man's best friend,
or visa versa.
Is it because

men don't
have any other friends,
or is it

just that they're
so darn smart?
I envy my dogs

sleeping
all day, and also
how their ambition

is limited to chasing
rabbits
around the yard.

What would
I have to do to be
reincarnated into a dog?

Perhaps something really dumb
like selling Mary Kay
door-to-door for twenty years.

Confusion

We rush around,
looking for peace
here

and peace there,
yet sometimes
peace is (about)

being still,
looking at us,
as we look

into a mirror
at ourselves
looking back at us,

ad infinitum
laughing and crying
at the same time,

for a brief moment,
when
hit by a speeding car,

or a high temperature illness,
we, seemingly
for an instant,

recognize
that for once
we have touched

a slower and deeper
consciousness
of our universe.

Dad

After a complete life,
he happily laid his head
on a pillow,

listening to the waves
from the ocean,
and yearning

to meet his
soul mate
in the next universe.

Cleaning for the Party

When you haven't
given a party for awhile
you forget to clean your house.

Mess that you can easily live with
you wouldn't want
anyone else to see.

Afterwards it doesn't
look as bad
than before the party began.

Yes, things are in disarray,
but underneath, you believe
there is a thin layer of order.