these are not
discrete points
this year
from
the next
nor
from
the one
that preceded
they are
a continuum
of
war
hatred
and
greed
and
prayers
prayers
that
have no
endings
nor
answers
we pretend
for
a brief moment
celebrating
with
wine
and
kisses
that
what is coming
will be
different
a temporal oasis
an oasis
surrounded
by
the same desert
we were
just
wandering through
and
must
now
re-enter
shadows of yesterday linger above the sunrise rays of light reflect off discarded silver streamers and paper party favors those souvenirs of a dying year and the birth of unkeepable promises a rather pontius pilate moment for most merrymakers cleansing their hands of previous episodes of existence now offering up for crucifixion a new covenant commitments covering a range of declared weaknesses from health to social justice a contract no doubt when viewed this time next year must have been written in invisible ink
i stopped by aunt bea’s to show her my new camera as i was explaining its features she said wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all automatically refocus on life’s situations as quickly as that new camera of yours keeping proper perspective on what’s really important
year’s end another season of searching for reasons why the unexplained remains unexplained lost souls seeking the light in a world covered with perpetual clouds and gentle voices calling out for peace and love unheard among the ruckus of life and war voices all heard before old-time records stuck in grooves overtones seen by those in power as just discordant notes
one man rises easter morning becoming the envy of all for he had made the call of his own rise and fall those left behind have been wondering if it was just some kind of magic trick such human thoughts place their own deaths in a void the proverbial between a rock and a hard spot a what’s next syndrome that paralyzes the masses from action when they already know what should be done but one can never be too careful so rather than act they react while collecting as many coins as they can just in case the whole damn thing was staged and taking out multiple memberships since one never knows which version of god will be calling that is if the line isn’t already dead
i guess i’m like everyone else this time of year reviewing analyzing and bemoaning aspects of my life an array of year-end thoughts guess aunt bea picked up on that she said it’s so easy to compare your life to others sipping that bitter wine of yesterday’s dreams wondering why certain things happened trying to give divine meaning to random events thinking that logic should’ve solved your problems but honey it’s an illogical world and those you envy are just parking lot attendants driving someone else’s car
Read Between the Minds 