Tuesday, July 30, 2019

The world changes 
with or without us

Do we swim
with the current
or do we fight it


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Solving for X

Living in the known world
there is much left to discover
that no one talks about
because it is assumed
we have removed the
quantity of X that needs
to be solved for

Think of the world
from the perspective
of a child and you can see
that there is still much left
unknown

Watching the waves
from the sand
I can only imagine
what awaits mere feet
from where I stand


Monday, July 8, 2019

The Fear

There was fear in all our hearts when the lights went out
Darkness fell and stayed with us for days weeks months
that we no longer knew if light would ever return to us
We adjusted to the absence of light as best we could
Many nights or at least I assumed were nights were rest
less I could only sleep in fits and bursts Uninterrupted
rest was something that felt as much a fading memory
as the Sun at high noon Heat too became rarer with the
passing of time Every day felt colder When the rains
began to fall it felt as though chilled liquid glass were
pelting the world What had we done to deserve a cold
world without light We became sicker more often and
crops began to wither and die Our people began to die
in greater numbers and we were no closer to knowing
the cause of this profound absence One day while in
the brief arms of rest I was startled awake by a young
boy who began running through the camp yelling for
everyone to look up Heads began to turn upward to
the towering darkness that had been lording over us
In the distant horizon light began to emerge piercing
through this night It grew more and more powerful
until at last the sky was filled by nothing but light

mind the gap

Nothing is wrong
Everything is fine
The sun is shining
The waves are crashing
The birds flit between branches
their songs filling the air
Yet I sit here alone
separated from you
with a continent
between us

Saturday, July 6, 2019

You Get Used

To The Pain

Of Being

Disappointed
Bored beneathe the bough of summer
Breathing in time
to a rhythm older than life
Clarity arrives without notice
Call it understanding
Call it whatever you wish
but it has arrived
and it will always
be there
like an ancient
rhythm