And there is beauty in the streams we stop to admire… silent reverie broken by water’s fall on snow and ice…we are witnesses given over to a joyful nature.
Simple Things
Simple things –
A blue Jay at the feeder
Calms my brain like water
Poured onto a brush fire;
There is life outside of me,
Unconcerned,
Without anxiety (maybe)
Standing as example
Breathe…
You live in love
Expressed daily
In the small things
In the big things
In embrace
And shared meals
Breathe…
There is a Jay at the feeder
fighting joy
what kind of fool
is suspiciuos of joy
that they would seek
to be comforted
from its horrors
to be reassured
that it is not real
and the world is still black
beneath its bright blue shell?
and what kind of nightmare
would wrap their arms around
and whisper calming lies
to sooth them into complacency?
it seems exhausting
and doomed to failure
a pathetic dance of idiots.
Now
Surrounded by life
Surrounded by love
I am;
Hearts beat near me
In tune with mine
And I’m reminded
That this,
This is good
To be
Connected
Still standing
As testimony
To an unwritten future
Moving forward
Wide-eyed and eager…
Hopeful.
Learn
I learn through pain
Like a man who
Punches himself in the face
Again and again
To believe it will hurt
It has always been
Like some self-inflicted sin
It is the arrogance
Of not trusting the lessons
Of others
Over experience;
What foolishness.
Quiet
It is quiet
Here
In this space
So silent
In this place
Between my ears
No worries
No fears
Empty
Like a well
Run dry
Watchmen
Who watches
The watchmen
I do
I see all that they do
Every secret thing
Recorded in a log
Though they are confident
They operate in a fog
They will be held to account
Who watches
The watchmen?
I do.