Unscripted

Living life live
moving all moments
into how it is now
mind opened free of past
habits gone like sand
slips through fingers
free of all self-consciousness
completely available
for what does or doesn't come
of anything or anyone.
No pretensions all
possibilities exist within -
the laws of nature
keep every atom in it's orbit
dependably no need to worry
every pattern in nature discernible
to pattern readers
yet the variety of circumstances
brings creative complexity
even lawlessness shows a pattern
predictably unfolding forward
so what chance is there really
of failing so miserably at anything
all that lives, lives till it dies
some wheat lives browning at it's crown
a long, long time - no rains come
and for others the lush green blue
lives for you - for your bread
and cows as you walk waist deep
singing songs from some soul force
forever unscripted that emerges
while musing crossing streams
between fields entering and exiting
the stage, percussive under bare feet
houselights dark, stage spots hot
as she casts out her fiery lines
shaped by distance and intimacy
stories of love and war in her neighborhood
and among her own kin
she spits out stones of damned indignation
sliding into long velvet gloves
of glory day-dreams
like a slide projector changing images
entire gestalts projected out of her
unscripted lines of rhymes, punctuated
by foot stomps and giggles and the occasional
moment of silence as the world hangs turning
strobe lit into solid technicolor
you recall yours too in those moments
unscripted in which the dance of life
unfurled you beyond the shelter
of your porch and that kitchen
those towns people and the dog that sleeps
under the truck into the high
rise job interview, into vows, into apologies,
into love letters. into newscasts, into poetry,
into every choice that is this day
becoming this night becoming this week,
this month, this year, yesterday, last week,
last month, years ago.
Epitaph: unscripted lines left open
lilac drifts by just now.