presence, awareness,
awake now and breathe.
inhale. exhale. burdens
give way to small birds
sounding transformation
from nights into dawn.
all is silent in between.
Month: April 2018
renovation
are you here? waiting
at the entrance of a crumbled soul?
arranging the rubble to resemble
a door and knocking upon a hollow shell?
i am here. unable
at times to answer as i clear a foundation
and wonder whether i can build something
with a clearer view of our horizon.
the exchange
a politician mailed a half
dollar to me and asked
for fifty in return to help
his cause. i have heard
preachers on tv promise
the same things in different
ways, always asking for more.
so i buried the half dollar
in a corner of the churchyard,
near the dead politicians
and tv preachers, imagining
the squabble taking place
on the shore when charon
stretches forth his ghastly hand.
vessel
breath and bones, heaps of walking ash
burned badly by life. the skin is an urn
lined with scenes and scars. smoldering
fires flame within as we exhale. smoke
dissipates slowly toward the silent stars.
waiting
what was it like for him
those few days when he slipped
somewhere beyond our universe,
peering into it somehow
as a child admires a snow globe,
lifts it, shakes it for a moment,
and waits for the exact time
to reappear within the chaos?
Awaiting the Images 