When the sun visites you

 The sun angled down
It was trying to heat the morning
Inside houses that faced eastward
Windows facing welcomed the rays

The sun came in like a welcomed visitor
Smiling in through the glass
reaching for the coffee
looking down into it at its own reflection

Pulling out before midday to migrate across the valleys
Visit the rest of the inhabitants whose houses face westward
He walked across the pavement though the garden fence 
All the way into vacant frigid garage spaces

He shook my hand that day
Told me all was right with the world
I took his advice
and relaxed

Celebrate other's victories

 The boy that greeted me was my nephew
Hadn't formed a bad opinion about me yet
Hugged me and told me that he admired me
For what, he didn't mention specifically

The breakfast room crackled with optimism
People gleeful, I watched from the doorway invisible
I was behind in their bizarre race. moments of accolade
It seemed anomalies such as I were tolerated

By the blacksheep coming of age
I was some mythical hero
But by the societal weave of tunnel vision stewards
I was a person to tolerate

Cake tea and advice
My father's ghost dressed in a tuxedo
To celebrate but another raw achievement for the family
I Looked in once more from the outside window, then drove away

The phantom visitor

 A motion sensor light went on
from a car that had arrived after dark
It's headlights shone through the front
Lighting up the entry of the house

Something crawled near the open front door
Then the car slowly reversed and turned
We searched the entrance for the thing we saw
But whatever it was it hid too well

Then we went outside to see if the car had actually left
Half expecting to see that it was still there
It had pulled out and driven away
It was gone

We searched the hedges
And outside of the house
Nothing...

Sensitivity Surtr

Come across something majestic rising leagues above the surface. Open to the world and alive. Inside, look for the source of the light. See stonecrops in every color, Poppies, harebells and black vanila orchids. In every form and every offering. They climb and anchor themselves inside the gargantuan cavern. 
Further in witness a brightness that clears eyes and cleans thwarted souls.
Observe other species of flowers more abundant and more fragrant than most in the forests outside.
Can one be something else here?
Speaking out loud, aromas unknown, in formats of bracts eyes recognize.
Pulled in further. Become a resident inside here. waking each day from a bed of moss. And conducting a ritual of existence.
Go to the entrance to check the surface of the earth and nothing has changed.
But here within feel a transformation within the walls and inside the depths where one fears to tread.
Absorb the blessing and understand the value of being the resident here.
It chisels the mind, change and shape shift with each day...

To return to the surface to test the divinity and sensitivity from the cave of light.
Fill mind with this knowledge, with the unknown wisdom.
Stay open, for the ways of the world are no refuge.

There's no befriending litterers

 The plastic eye dropper left his hand.
Twirled in the air and landed in the grass.
a relaxed hand extended for an introduction.
It was nervously refused.

Behind his face videogames were playing.
Final scores to games his team played.
Beyond that not a lot of content.
He couldn't even manage a smile.

He put out his joint on the park bench he sat upon.
Flecks and tiny embers, a dark carbon stain on the wood.
The overwhelming sense that the world wasn't his hit him.
That the world belonged to the rubbish collector.

Breaking morning's surface

 Dreamy blue
cold, direct, fresh and new
Saying day has started
Walk into me, color on art

Leave bed safe and sound
Scatter your cloud
peace is written
God smirks smitten

Conscious it's morning
Stretch and yawn
Pull daylight with care
Brace for the brisk air

Home invasion

 The intruders looked down from downstairs
Casually as if nothing was wrong
The sirens began to wail
But they didn't budge

I called them down
and the police arrived 
They were stacked awkwardly 
With a vagrant in the back

I waved them off
As they stared through the tinted windows
One of them raising his fist to extend the middle finger
The cruiser launched forward bumping their heads together