April 15, 2013

Winter lingers
fog, snow
sleet and indecision
plague the streets.

Traffic lights
stutter
as the plow
pushes on.

Hole at the Center of the Universe

the hole at the center of 

the universe

absorbs all into

oblivion

ideas and dreams

evaporate

becoming alternate grist

in another dimension

I’ve gone in, drilling

outfitted with miner’s light

pickaxe and canary

looked ‘round every obtuse corner

seeking some valuable piece

of this or that

but found nothing to

take back and

hold as mine

memory

memory wanders
a nomad with
no restrictions
forward or back

by the end
it's all the same

Homesick

I am homesick for my youth
the place where
dreams were planted
and nurtured with
limitless energy and optimism
where staying up past nine
was a source of excitement
and treated as a treasure

Youth was the pace of
all day energy
belonging
and
limitless future

words escape

words escape me
in rushes and rivers
swim away on
silver currents

blink
and they are gone

In the desert

The car sat at the 
side of the road, 
both doors open, 
nobody in sight. 
Only the cacti standing by 
and they 
aren’t talking.

when kids grow up

when kids are small they
need us
to
tie their shoes
button their shirts
kiss their boo boos

when kids are small they
hug and kiss with abandon
adore and abhor with
equal aplomb

when kids grow up they
exceed us in size
know more than we
earn more than me

when kids grow up they
need us
to
celebrate their successes
stick with them through the messes
remind them that this too
good and bad
shall pass
but shan't be forgotten