Twelve Convections

1.

A shadow grows across the fence
As days seep into marrow;
The world has never seemed so wide,
Nor choices seemed
So narrow

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2.

If everything I ought to be
Was anything I was,
Then I would build a boat of dreams,
And live there just
Because

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3.

The scheduled life’s a harried one,
The listless life’s a bore:
We know that we must do with less,
And yet keep wanting
More

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4.

We search for love, all unaware
Of what it does to fools —
And many times the fight is lost
Before we’ve learned
The rules

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5.

So daily, publicly, we’ll try
As killer, thief or phony,
Those we have only heard about
From rival’s
Testimony

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6.

There’s beauty in the autumn wet,
And in the summer dry;
And winter will know laughter, ere
The spring begins
To cry

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7.

They say that love’s a flower,
Fed by sun, and soil, and rain;
But when it’s gone, we’re never sure
That it will bloom
Again

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8.

There’s some buoyed up by character,
And others by belief:
But none of that seems any good
When you are racked
With grief

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9.

The soul turned out finds exercise,
The soul turned in, its rest;
Yet foolishly, we argue over
Which way is
The best

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10.

So many things we read, in which
We place our full reliance –
But thinking that the world was flat:
Well, that used to
Be science

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11.

Decisions that we lightly take
When we’ve more to consider —
So many times we sell our hearts
To the low-offer
Bidder

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12.

What we have failed to do, at last,
Comes back to us in starkness;
The shadows come at close of day
To melt us in
To darkness

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(“Convection” — the act of conveying or transporting.)