Sunday, April 25, 2010
You inquired if I am happy now.
I am, but yet, I weep often.
I’ve seen people, kind deeds and miracles,
Fade away, though I haven’t forgotten.
I find the more beauty I witness,
The more people and pets I befriend…
The higher the level of sorrow,
The larger the loss in the end.
I had a youthful need for speed,
Each tree climbed, had to be higher.
Sliding down hills in a cardboard box,
Never compared to my Radio Flyer.
Now days fishing high on a rock,
Or napping by a warm fire,
Satisfies like my need to read.
There is little more left to desire.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Sometimes I hear my heart pounding;
Last sign of life in this abode…
Like a driver’s foot still vibrating,
Long after he’s left the road.
Sometimes I feel pure elation,
A joyous ghost within the room…
Your voice, speaking through the smile,
Long before your exit too soon.
Sometimes I see my friends in dreams,
Vibrant and still in their prime…
Then sobriety emphasizes,
Their disappearance; absorbed by time.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
After a month’s vacation,
I returned to my home on the cliff…
Felled by the mixed emotions,
What sent this dream so adrift?
I have never lived in such beauty,
Six years longer than my childhood home…
Surrounded by envied possessions,
Self applause, as I stand alone.
Why the intrepedation,
Returning to my home again?
Why is this very core of my being,
The source of so much conflict and pain?
This is where I realized my dreams.
Found love, success and the truth…
Marked time, aged and closed chapters
Buried loved ones and also my youth.
Then suddenly I realized
This is where I hid from time…
The house alas, did fail me;
Scars and wrinkles are all mine.
Friday, April 9, 2010
I met up with a man at Agate State beach,
That I had observed walking circles around the parking lot
On a daily basis. I wanted to ask him how much he weighed before,
This exercise routine.
It turned out we had the same heart procedures …
He was following the rules and walking two miles a day.
He suggested I join him in the routine. Misery does love company.
I met up with him and we started walking laps.
There was a problem however. I had Otis with me.
Otis did not care about time or distance or exercise;
His only concern was pissing on each and every blade of grass
Along each square foot of the path.
Naturally I was upset. I lost not only a new friend,
But a chance to meet my health needs while actually having fun.
I looked at Otis and thought about his betrayal of our bond.
I felt absolutely helpless… worse because he knew it.
Driving home I reduced myself to his level.
I vindictively thought, we needed to go to the city.
There I would stop to spray paint my name
On every store front facade as Otis waited…
Without a blade of green grass in sight.