There Was A Time

a cocoon of time encapsulates the universe

as it expands into nowhere in particular,

life in the abstract dwells on some planets

in some solar systems in some galaxies

without hindrance or restrictions,

knowing its destination is as questionable as

its unique juxtaposition in the continuum of

time that counterbalances its own expansion;

time is an infinite dimension as it moves

forward as the past no longer exists and

the future has not been constriction by its

unprotected presence as a component of

that has never had a formal existence.

14 October 2020

 

Bending Trees

stalwart they stand beside me

a familiar sight each day

reminding and remember

when they arrived almost

two decades from today;

transplanted as they are

a new home have found in

the soil of this valley that so

many years ago was formed

awaiting their arrivals here;

and in all the storms that

followed they would merely

bend back and forth but

never would they break

and fall to the ground as if

somehow hollow inside.

12 October 2020

Our Journey

pretense precedes practicality,

we dump feelings into a reservoir

of our previous incriminations,

purified and clean we dress appropriately

signifying rebirth out of control,

a cool calm calculates our destinations

we limp along undetected in our

approach to an impending death

and those who would have us gone

look the other way down the street

as if waiting for the parade that

like Godot never arrives at all.

12 October 2020

Without Memories

we are out memories

their sum total,

good or bad

indifferent or relevant,

we are them and

they are us in

how we see ourselves

and all of that

which brought us here;

we are defined by memories

judged by memories

labor under false memories

and sometimes

simply cannot remember

what was experienced

or what was felt

damaged or implied

as uncertainty clouds

our memories,

their accuracy and

appearance and

the facts around which

we have based our lives

up to this point and

into the future;

we are void of our

history and how our

past influenced and

created our insanity.

11 October 2020

The Wings of Birds

gliding through the sky effortlessly,

they slope upward or down

move fast or slow

dive or ascend as rapidly as the eyes

can follow their movements,

abruptly landing with claws

that have a lifetime of experience

grasping onto the branch

like an idea worth saving,

swaying to and fro like a ballerina

tossed into the air without

the safety of her companion;

always graceful

always sleek

always curious about the other side

moving from tree to tree

blending in to rest until

it is time again to spread their wings

traveling to the next destination

with the same curiosity

as they had moments before.

5 October 2020 

A Life of Futility

a chilly breeze blows in the morning

an uninvited guest into the porch,

an open the door returning

to a limited life of freedom;

our lives parallels the woodpecker

a captivity surrounded by friends and foes,

prudent in what we say

how we dress

expressing our beliefs 

stand against the wind as it blows

chilly in the fall mornings,

cloaked by darkness when asleep

patterns drifting in and out

of a consciousness that few experience

as the ride the currents towards an

unknown destiny of capitulation

that shortens our understanding of self.

5 October 2020

American's Politicians

danger creeps along the walls and floors

of our subconscious like slugs in the night,

hoping to find moisture from which it can

extract its sustenance like politicians ply

voters with nonsense to receive votes;

we are creatures of habits and danger is

no stranger to our sanctimonious pleasures

derived from the heartbeat of constituents

whose only fault lies in belief and the

fear of misplaced beliefs from opponents;

danger hides and lurks in our disbeliefs

like the slugs that crawl on our walls

giving us the nightmares that we must

face another day lying to the public.

5 October 2020

Lacking Courage

unmistakably,

we abandon rational thought,

carelessly,

we turn speculations into facts,

ruthlessly,

we take remedies of false hope

and understand that

there was no justification;

we are reckless

irresponsible

undetermined

in all our actions and deeds

relying on the souls

of our dead ancestors to 

provide advice...

our desires have been assassinated

by those who have no ideals

or the courage to

stand up for what they believe,

hiding behind the skirts of

the transgendered to

provide legal counsel

for their short comings.

4 October 2020

Life's Perimeters

red skies in abundance

cumulus clouds layering

cold filtering through

sweaters and toboggans

leaving the hand free to

explore the wilderness

of the unknown and take

joy in the notion that we

can still feel our way

around life's perimeters.

4 October 2020

Inheritance

siblings dance in separate corners of the universe

unfriendly and distance since the funerals

bodies placed into the ground unconditionally;

time honored traditions ignored with

convenience taking the high road to eternity

and melodrama ignored for the sake of children

who had made no determination about those

with whom they had had little contact;

within moments, souls were freed and

personalities saved when the sermons spoke

unraveled all the mysteries of the day.

3 October 2020