Junk Drawer

If any of my student children
asks about entropy
we go to the junk drawer

I don't need to say much

Today, I'm taking a short break
to write, while the table absorbs
ambient chaos from said drawer

Right- (and left-) handed scissors
3 sets of small screwdrivers
various batteries (are they any good?)

You understand

It's so comforting
to know that this disorder
can easily be slid away

Causality Casualty

This way
I know

Things that are made
are often unmade
or remade new

Today, as I read
of particles, and waves
(until the room spins)

I look to capture life
even here, in the case
of a basket gone gray

(or grey)
gris
(I like gris most)

It wasn't always
like this

Uncaught Melody

Among the disorganized clutter
of words and half-thoughts
He picks a path to the stage

The light is on
and edging to the microphone
clears his throat

"I have nothing to say,"
he says
"thank you."

The notes are all there
and the strings are tuned
this moment passes, and another

It's late, the room is empty
and there is time
to breathe again