Transference of the Next Thought (unfinished)

My Next Movement

In this moment
I stand
Every direction do I face
At once my next motion
Ultimately unknown until moving
                      to itself,
     my choice to move...
That impulse
That moment I stand before
                                         stepping a forward hand
Before          moving
     in any way.
I relish in what
                          I'm about to do!
It extends into itself
Myself every choice,
Every chance my urge persists
Move swift!       But then
O hesitation bliss
Holds me near dear and not amiss,
From standing still tight
     I choose now moving rightly
And it is in this now it dawns
                                         That frozen moment is gone
Gone before I had gone
     in progress born,
Now every moment is now
The most mystical moment
                      that moves through me it moves
                      to move me
And move us alone...
                                         All must move.
I choose to move again
A joining of motion
Returned to choose again
Here I go….
                                         That impulse again
                                           I freeze and see
Which direction for me
 Is most free.
The surge is in me.

Crossing Midday (Euclid Ave., Cleveland)

Jazzman on the Bridge

A broken man plays
 A broken horn twisted
  Upwards upon the bridge
   Overpass left walkway
     Music blues tin ancient new
I toss him a coin
 The ledge over deep splash
   For his hat claimed he
    Was the flowing river clean
      Abandoning wealth in partiality
My payment let go
 Appreciation for tunes
  Played so willfully soothingly
   Constantly my ear does hear
    The music played sweeter
My weight lighter indeed
For so simple is such
To drop a nickel
                                   into the sea

Modeled Spectrum

My Words of the 11th Century

They discovered of me
What I am about to say,
"In an ancient cave
Of the eleventh century
My words are found,
What I say today,
The only words heard
Are those words I await
To speak to say
What it is in sound I dare delay:
"I yelled so loud they heard me
In late 932 A. D.!"
Was written upon walls
Or so says me!"
I said I said
Said me!