“Where Has The Beauty Gone?”
Where has the beauty gone?
Streets less traveled,
The quiet of less,
Covered up mouths.
Pausing at windows,
Missing the touch.
For now—it’s enough.
Social distance discretion,
Long distance friends.
A return to the simple,
At times complex.
A human reflex.
Use this time well.
Emerge from this stasis,
And keep others well.
Lost my place
The rope and bucket fell down the well
How can I reach down deep within me now?
That place where the all gathers
That place that feeds the essence of me
Down there amongst the darkness
I count on it
What is this waking hurry?
Ripped from tender slumber
Cold water and steam
Socks blue or black?
Transit app announcing bus arrival
Did I lock the door?
Cologne and unwashed essences
Headed to death
One delay at a time
“You Have Big Cereal Ideas”
Sometimes when I go to the store
I get big cereal ideas
My wife recognized this phenomenon
And when I first heard her say it I took offense
As I’m very sensitive about my big cereal ideas being called into question
She said, “You have big cereal ideas.”
Upon reflection, I thought that such a phrase might make a good poem
So now, when I go to the store
I remain ambitious about big cereal ideas
And I sneak an unusual selection into my cart
I pay at the register and bring it home
And when I sort the groceries
The unusual selection has a way of lingering on the table
And ultimately is discovered by my wife
Who then shakes her head
Because, she knows me better than I know my own intentions
“Someone Will Read It”
Words crawling across the page
At dark speed
Which relates to: ever present
Someone will read it…