an incomplete equation…

an incommplete equation

i’ve started counting
heartbeats
ever since
i realized that
there’s
a finite number
of them
it helps me
fill the emptiness
when you’re
not around
it’s
for the most part
a pleasant sound
rather relaxing
when
staring into a dark sky
much better than
counting imaginary sheep
a practice
i’ve never really understood
sheep
always seemed
so
skittish to me
not
something to count
but
to be avoided
you should try
counting heartbeats
you’d be amazed
how loud
they can become
in the silence of darkness
how the sound resonates
in your chest
as you count
and wonder
what
the final total
will be

readiness…

readiness

reach
into that small space
where
you have placed
your dreams
squeeze hope’s fingers
through your fears
and
grasp
your dreams
pull them forward
into today
hold them tight
and
move
forward
into tomorrow
using
them as
your shield
and
blade
against
despair’s
army

please locate the nearest exit…

please locate the nearest exit

aunt bea
moving to and fro
on the old
front porch swing
said
have you noticed
after years
of warning
folks have finally
realized
that climate change
involves
them
personally
it’s like
they suddenly
found themselves
on a plane
in flames
the cabin
filled with smoke
and
no one
has a parachute

having seen distant lighting…

having seen distant lighting

if
the rains
come
like
passionate kisses
in the night
the grass
will turn
from brown
to green
old dreams
will become
new
if the rains
come

pledge of allegiance…

pledge of allegiance

shaking his head
as he watched
some youths
puffing on e-cigarettes
the brown bag prophet
stopped and asked me
you hear ’bout
the two
former us senators
working
as
russian lobbyists
slithering their way ’round
the halls of congress
seeking to stymie sanctions
on russian banks
something ’bout
military involvement
in the
ukraine crisis
guess they found it
more profitable
then repeating
once again
the pledge of allegiance
makes one
wonder
’bout the sincerity
of how they
said
those words
before