Saturday, December 3, 2016

The Awakening (Embrace)

The Awakening (Embrace)
I almost fell off the edge right there
Teetering on the brink of insanity
Nothing is ever good enough
Nothing is ever good enough
The poets once said
“Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was”
I believed them
Now I’ve walked that path at least thirty years
And have found that it ends up here at a precipice
I almost fell right off the edge
So now what do I do?
Do I turn around 
Retrace my steps
Go back to wherever this started?
I might die before I get there
Or I might live
I might be completely overwhelmed with monotony
Or I might see the subtle differences
That come with seeing things from the opposite way
All I know is I have come to this day
Almost aimlessly
Is it too late to set a new course?
Is it too hard to begin anew?
But it is surely more mundane to keep going
This path I have already chosen
This dirty snow, these rocks that are frozen
Give me nothing firm to stand upon
I decide that I must not carry on

I must decide to embrace the difference.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016

Thanksgiving 2016
Sometimes it’s simply good
To relax
To do nothing
But listen
Listen well
Listen to classic Christmas songs
Enjoy the sound of rain on the rooftop
Hear the joys of warmth from a fire

These are the things that make life, life
The things that aren’t gotten with violence or storm

Or maybe they were

Maybe my moment of silent repose
Was paid for by another long ago
Maybe it was
So in all of this perusal
Of what was and what could have been and what is
I will be thankful for the stillness
Thankful for the one who withstood calamity
So that I could be a poet

In the here and now

Friday, November 25, 2016

Black Walnut

 Black Walnut

These trees have stood for over 100 years
Producing fruit
Emanating a stalwart beauty
Year after year they give
Because year after year they take
They take water in all its scarcity
They take the minerals, the dirt
They take the light, the dark
Then give out food and shelter
Beauty and strength
Wonder and amazement
They grow to great lengths
They do all this from this same, small plot
Year after year after year
Without one single complaint

I think I might just do the same

Fallen Leaf

Fallen Leaf
These water worlds
Juxtaposed by concrete and infamy
Often completely overridden by the modern day
In our hustle and bustle we go on our way
Missing the universes at our feet
When will our drudgeries ever meet
With the magic that lives just below us
Just above us
We hover in that deviation called normal
Missing all that was meant for our dreams
I understand what privilege means
When I ponder the stillness of the waters 


Sunday, November 20, 2016

The Swatter

The Swatter
Last night I swatted a yellow wasp
On the curtain above my bed
He instantly disappeared from my view
So I assumed that he was dead

Not so

This morning I found him near the door
Mangled, wounded, but crawling
He was trying desperately to move outside
Despite his legs and bent wings were sprawling

He had spent the whole night struggling to simply survive

I knew his end, his ultimate demise
So once more I took the swatter
With significant might
Two swats to end his bitter fate

Now I feel like Hitler
Like Stalin
Like Mao

Why? You say,
It was just an insect
Just a nothing
One amongst the millions

Yes, that’s what Hitler, Stalin, and Mao
Said also
See life is just too intricate
Too beautiful
To be snuffed out because of fear

See, I was afraid of being hurt
I was afraid of experiencing pain
So therefore I exerted the power in my domain
To exterminate life

To terminate the wonders of biology

Now I wrestle with guilt, with shame
My theology is nothing but a cold, hard stone
I wonder what life would be if life could go on

With just a little admiration and a wonder.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Droplets on an Autumn Tree

Droplets on the Autumn Trees
Water droplets cling to the branches
As the rain tumbles down from the sky
They cling there like iridescent stars
Lighting the path to truth
Though the truth seems to stretch beyond infinity
Such small worlds in such small spaces
Crystal clear, luminous, without any traces
Of this angst I feel, this angst I see
These water droplets on the tree
Seem to be speaking something
Something to me
Something that I can’t seem to understand
I am often overcome by this mortality man
Who is always reminding
I will never, ever know the all

Welcome to fall

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Slug Trail

Slug Trail
I was walking along today
Quite consumed with myself
My needs, my wants, my lists
As I stepped along
Almost oblivious to all
I saw a shining random chaos
Atop the beige-white sidewalks
Serpentine, candescent
Reflecting the sunlight from above
In no inapparent apparition
This glowing wandered everywhere
Unending, eternal
As I got outside of my little world
And entered the reality of this one around me
I realized the snails had been out for a walk
They, instead of being so self-consumed,
They left a little of themselves behind
A little of themselves to be a marvel
Or to simply be stepped over, ignored
Yet either way
Still, in the process 
They created a wonder

And so can you and I