Woman, alone, danced./
Solo, I (in balcony),/
watched and joined with her.
Sometimes I think in/
haikus. Sometimes I think in/
Blues. Sometimes I rhyme.
I can’t take credit for beauty’s Creation,/
but I will acknowledge my observation./
I view and grasp glory sans hesitation,/
from the grandest sunrise to the smallest crustacean./
Sometimes, I can feel His frustration/
as others walk the world in blind libation.