Sunday, March 28, 2010
Michael, the world is screaming.
What is left of your true choice?
These walls demand decisions,
Where is your sane heart’s voice?
Michael you were trading your house
For six years left unencumbered,
Hoping the years of smoking,
Have left your fate even numbered.
Michael you are giving up
One of your favorite vocations.
Throwing away all health insurance,
To thrive in multiple locations.
Michael you are smiling…
It was worth the primal scream!
Turned your back on everything,
To follow one more dream.
Michael, relax, you made it!
Escaped the fate’s brutal call…
Finding once you escaped the prison,
The cage wasn’t so bad, after all.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Bridges over canyons and creeks,
Spanning rivers, and calm seas…
The hardest bridges ever crossed,
Were the bridges between the “me’s”.
There was the bridge I built for puberty,
The canyon crossed when leaving home,
The arch creating a relationship,
The road I built to leave alone.
There was a bridge to span the ages,
Converting each decade to one year,
Bridges to the other side,
Faster crossings with no less fear.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
By day his world is minuscule,
200 dark and dank square feet…
A rusted out Airstream Trailer,
No longer worthy for the street.
Each hour his world grows smaller,
Wood interiors warp with age…
His diary entries grow shorter,
Time daily, turns another page.
Yet every night for thirty years,
Ron drives out to the beach,
Staring at the crushing waves,
Until the sun is out of reach.
He escapes the trailer's confines...
Focusing on horizons past the sea,
Touching, for at least an hour,
The universe, and infinity…
Monday, March 15, 2010
My neighbor in the trailer park,
Speaks little to the others and me…
A fisherman called “Buddy”,
He is a slave to the fickle sea.
A quiet hermit in off seasons,
Fish and tourists chart his map,
He’s recognized by his personal logo;
The fish-hooked bills on baseball caps.
Winter finds him random boat jobs,
From Lincoln City to Yaquina,
Summers find him riding limos,
Steering trollers from the marina.