is there something missing…

is there something missing

have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be

selling your soul…

an enterprising
young antique dealer
arbitrarily
decided
to stop
and
visit several folks
in
aunt bea’s
neighborhood
he was
talking
at
aunt bea
when
i arrived
he
said
you realize
that
all the things
you’ve cherished
these
many years
will
just be
boxed up
and
sold
so
why not
reap
the benefits
of
these treasures
while
you’re still here
aunt bea
politely
smiled
and
said
hon
that’s
just
what
i’m doing

contemporary degeneration …

unintelligent determination
brings
a sadness
as heavy as
the day’s sea air
listening
to
empty conversations
of
laundry sent out
and
returned with labels
attached
to seams
such
a major
inconvenience
while
beneath
the ship’s bow
the great barrier reef
struggles
like
a small drowning child
gasping for a breath
of existence

 

an ancient discipline…

an ancient discipline

aunt bea
warmly smiled
as i discussed
a recent
management workshop
on
centering
to maintain
personal life balance
she listen attentively
to my summary
and then
took
a deep breath
and
said
personally
i find
the warmth of love
to be
the counter-balance
to life’s chaos
a true
personal love
i can’t convey it
in those clinical terms
you just used
but
the feeling’s
like
a lover’s flesh
pressed against yours
as the new day begins
that moment
that floods your soul
with all
the inner peace
possible
meditating
on that moment
throughout the day
shields the soul
from thorny
events
and
people

sorry…but that’s your seat…

sorry but that's your seat

when death arrives
with
an open seat
it matters
not
what
was planned
on your
agenda
or
what’s
at the top
of your
prioritized list
it
will not
get
done
nor
if you
think about life
did it
or
does it
really
matter