Carl

 My pal Carl

has a pencil~size hole

near his left cheekbone

underneath an attentive eye,

a portal through which light

wrapped in humor and

a life~long

longing for truth

flows out to us

lucky enough

to be present

and willing

to see, to listen.

Oceans spindrifting

Shimmer. Carl

May not always

Know it~

Yet like a sea

Blooming mystery

And love

He often

Glistens and glimmers

With his astonishing

Heart, maverick mind and

Generous pencil,

Gifting us fortunate ones

Time after time

With those writings,

These drawings,

Himself.