Finding one's place in the sky

can balk ones movement midst the stars.

Their lights beam bright about;

one's own, a flickering match, it seems.

Yet, an ardent match can set aflame

the wood which firemen sweat to tame.

*Moment

at any given

moment we can

become transparent

without the wind stopping

or the waves counting on

themselves to be waves-

a naturalness in

the way change

and change again

rises from a thousand

campfires on an endless

plain before the oldest

battle to discover the brilliant

emerald valley at the end

of a moment of

nothing but breath

I hang on

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

*Out

of light

of darkness

of every

I am

at play

on the edge

of the deep

I miss

being

in

but more

and more

I miss

being

out!

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.