Carrying You And Lao Tze Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

with Leonard's spices
in
a fraying basket....
while you
now
may
have
sent your bananafish to that hole...
perhaps
dismissed
them
temporarily....
to rejoin you
in another foray.....
when the waters are sufficiently ripe....
where
currents,
tides,
swells
and
submerged lapwings
provide
that
particularly elusive buoyancy....


I still have mine...
..... darting, flashing,
they shimmer
in small ecstasies
of wonder
.... of doubt...
ever curious,
they seek the (w) hole of it...in it....
find,
taste
scraps, smidgens....
reconnoiter....gibber, turn as a school.....

I write in my car, too.........

oh, did I say thanks? .....I do, you know..............this forest can be frightening, yes? yes.