Don Kingfisher Campbell

It's All Too Much

 

A universe littered with galaxies beyond my imagination

Every spiral stretching outward festooned of stars

Each sun sporting some planets, moons and asteroids

This sphere always covered by untold clouds

Oceans alive since evolution evolved here

Thousands upon thousands of fish, sharks, and whales cruising currents

Shores infested in the billions because trees grow and humans manifest

Beings briefly bringing forth into being millions of buildings and books

Made merrier making music and art and children

A ground even more populated around a quadrillion animals and insects

Enough food and flowers to delight all those eyes and noses and mouths

Burgeoning brains recreate creating electric visions and revisions

I'm just a pixel in a pixel in a pixel in a pixel

Part of the whole shebang breathing in and out

Cosmic light went on, someday I am shut off

To be recycled as the planet pleases until it ceases

Also repurposed multiversally for unknowable time

Does God have a new design planned in the possibly etch-a-sketch future

 

 

 

No Seals in Seal Beach

 

Drove our landlord and her husband

to the Long Beach cruise drop off

 

Then didn’t want to just drive home so

I skirted coastal highway neighborhoods

 

To the familiar romantic pier where we

always stroll hand-in-hand and look out

 

At the Pacific Ocean rippling blue,

take cellphone photos of gliding seagulls,

 

And white wave breaks, palm trees

standing tall in the sun and wind

 

Walk by our favorite shops to capture

overpriced trinkets and potted flowers

 

Buy the Surfer’s Special, two burritos and a soda

which we leisurely down on a sea-facing bench

 

With a bag of copious tostadas to later munch

back home for lunch before open door sex 

 

 

UNO Party!

 

The muffins in the clear plastic

case on the dining table look

like butter and chocolate flowers

 

The cards my wife deals out

are red, yellow, green, and blue

like rectangular flowers

 

I gaze up at three birthday balloons

still tethered to the curio stand

naturally bunched like flowers

 

I turn to the open blind window

notice buds that will become lemons

sway because they are flowers

 

And my spouse is my favorite

flower to water, thinking this as

she sits and wins, munches and wins

 

I’m distracted, inspired to poetry,

so I lose the round like a wilted flower,

but gain a freshly budded poem