Friday, June 28, 2019
Coughing
In the middle of night a
Coughing loss of breath
Woke me, chasing
In another dream she
Who sped ahead.
Laden as I was
Unable to follow though
Once I was filled with
Froth. Through the
Years she skittered past
Leaving me racing – her
Mind beyond – mine
Letting her run as
She pleased being
With me through those
Years elapsing. This
Hunger, this waiting,
Filled my mind with
Suspense, bound she
Became to come to
Me as I lay back down.
Monday, June 24, 2019
We who won’t be moved
Despite proclaiming I’d never be
Moved, my knees seem weak, my
Feet slide, I stumble, and stagger
Several steps toward a
Solid-seeming stone-worked
Arch. I stand, shocked
At what is before me.
Looking into that space
I desperately wanted to
Go back– return to my
Study’s safe-haven and
See round about those I’d
Come to depend upon for
Stability during this holding-fast.
I laid my hand upon the first
Thing that came to mind
And held it while the world spun.
“Look you,” an old man said
To a child as they passed by.
“That man has hold of a
Monstrous thought and can’t let go.
Little glimpses of time
There is little enough
Left here now: wood
Chips for a fire;
Gravel to pile upon
The next one to die;
Wry comments on
The temperature
Inside and out . . .
We’ve paced back
And forth as long
As I can remember
And know the final
Result. What comes
Next requires
Arrogance and aplomb,
Though no one will
Believe thinkers with
That level of confidence.
Appeal will be made
To equality of thought
And a democratic vote.
Omphaloskepsis
He reasoned his way down
To this time and place
And sat legs stretched ahead
Like Gandhi basking
In his own wisdom.
“It is all done,”
He insisted.
Everything that once
Was has been discontinued
And everything before
Us has been disallowed.”
His beatific smile
Radiated self-
Congratulation.
“Worry not about
Future Warming.
I shall leave you ice
And to sooth your
Fears, each step
From now on will
Be someone’s last.”
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