reciprocity…

the lives
of
those
who defined
who we are
have
washed away
like
sand
as
we stood
on life’s beach
admiring
the view
and
enjoying
its offerings
but
just lately
you may
have begun
to feel
the cold surf
beneath
your feet
as
someone
further
on shore
admires
the view

 

with apologies to karl…

 

since
i was late
for work
i made
a mad dash
across
the park lawn
unfortunately
someone
had not
followed
the city ordinance
about
picking up
after your dog
i believe
i used language
appropriate
for the event
as
it happened
the brown bag prophet
had
witnessed
and
heard
the entire
nonsensical drama
he gave
a wry smile
and
said
i read
that
all events are
blessings
given
to us
to
learn from
i with
a more than
irritated tone
inquired
and
what
might the lesson be
he said
well
just view the whole thing
as
a metaphor
for
where we are
with
the current
government

 

non sequitur…

 

sorry
to
disturb your ranting
about
what i
wasn’t
paying attention to
but
i did want
to
slip in
that
your replacement
at
life’s table
is
alive
and
well
and well
honestly
ready to take
your
place
but
do
carry on
just
don’t
believe
that
you
will

 

the box of souls…

 

from which god it came
no one really seems to know
but held in one’s hands
while facing someone different
objects from that soul are felt
this should give enlightenment
but i have been told
what one feels and understands
when carefully viewed
is what’s found inside another
is what one knows of one’s self