onward into the day

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“Love is the root of everything….Love, or the lack of it.”

— Fred Rogers 

 

like glass resonant in trembled anger

the fear is outrageous and constant

one horrific event erases the next

in an infinite succession of bomb blasts

bludgeoning attention to a bloody slurry

only the noise of the moment matters

and it does not matter even then

but only in the silence it creates in you

the silence of the possibility of dissent

so one must learn to hear without

hearing deafly to see again without

seeing blindly to go with open trust

across the shattered shards of glass

onward into the darkening night

 

(June 23, 2018)

Resignation’s Not Enough

Like an old ox under yoke who pulls
Again, and again, until he cannot
Pull any longer; then stops, and waits
as if waiting were an art to be
savored, instead of endured like pain,
I’m frayed, worn thin from being;
From what I’ve been; from who I am.
I wait caught in quandary’s eddy,
Without knowing what I wait upon.
I linger over every trivial decision,
As if all time stood still and waited
For permission to take the tatters,
And transform into someone new.
I must move; yet I wait, afraid to move.

(April 16, 2017)

recluse

uncertainty cloaks most
encounters with a glazed
misunderstanding enough so
he rarely ventures out confident
he’s safe within his decisions

(January 24, 2017)

acquiescence

one must speak
             even if nonsense
             unfolds toward non sequitur
as an attempt
             to vanquish the voice
             of god’s quiet madness
for silence remains
             like smoke collapsing
             a violent response
even as bodies
             are tossed with ease
             upon yet another pile

(November 18, 2016)

no beginning no end

each morning we wake
content we have begun
in the middle somewhere
like Dante wrote once
so distant now to be
before time to our day
to day commutes and
colleagues comments
whispered beneath
the raging lions lurking
along the forest’s edges
entangled in the stories
we tell like roots driving
deeper into the  cliff
as we begin our leap
gulping after air
(August 4, 2015)

Vanishing Point

“It takes courage to enjoy it”
            -Bjork
He leaves through the mist.
The air, interlaced in thin rain,
shimmers like beaded curtains,
or green smoke billowing
between the dancers
around a lunar fire.
With a quick shuffled step,
he sifts through the night
lifting his eyes to the sky.
Each star glistens along
its pin point of light
in wavelengths of desire,
until they drop to the grass
and gather like constellated
thoughts around us all.
We each are a breach
in air, a doorway
from here to there;
we must enter, cross
through, then vanish
into laughter and tears.

(February 24, 2015)