creation…

his tomorrow’s
were out of focus
as
were
his yesterday’s
and
as for
today
it was hard
to say
since
the steady sound
of
rain
drowned out
the sounds
of
his thoughts
but
his eyes seemed
focused
as he stood
staring
at
a child
wading
bare foot
in cold puddles
pursuing
a makeshift-ship
one small
discarded
plastic bottle
manned by a crew
of
captured black ants
they didn’t seem
to be enjoying
the
adventure
as
he watched
the child’s creation
he wondered
if
god
saw us all
as
captured ants
drifting along
in
a plastic bottle

acquired alzheimer’s …

tears welled
in
eyes
voice strong
but
dry
as if
reciting a prayer
saying
you’ve grown old
you cannot recall
childhood memories
silly games
gentle touches
bedtime prayers
or
laughter
into the night
it’s all
been clouded
by
guilt-full lies
but
as i die
my child
i swear
you’ve
not
heard
the truth

to whom it may concern…

do not
lay me down
into the frozen ground
where bones
become
as cold
as winter’s breath
no
cast my ashes
into the wind
that i might sail
free
to lands
i’ve never seen
nor
pondered
upon
and
if
there be
no
breeze
then
pour me
into the sea
to catch
a current
to those
childhood treasures
seen upon
the silver screen
but
whatever course
i must take
let me not
stay here
buried
with human fears
in a land
where chains
are wrapped around
each person’s thoughts
thoughts
that bind them
to
their savage past