This is just life

We are so much the same

Though we may be 

separated by distance

and the passing of time

We are so much the same

even with different scenery

Pigeon

You wait for inspiration as if she were

a rare bird in flight

She is a pigeon appearing

in the park 

coming close

waiting for you

to notice

Living On

You never know just what

will outlive you

It might be 

a kind word said

a gesture of caring

a passing glance

a moment of quiet calm

They pile up behind you

in the memories 

of those who love you

To be remembered 

when absolutely

necessary 

Early Autumn Chill

Stepping into a chill

this early autumn morning

Even the birds are quiet

as we adjust 

to the coming change

Zwei Studien Fur Sclaginstrumente by Giselher Klebe

Write something normal and mundane.

Today is the first day of fall.

It rained early in the morning

and stopped midday.

I finished another day of training

for a new job I'll be starting

after another week of training.

So this is how it's going to be

in this new place,

with this new life,

for however long it'll be.

For now I sit 

and write a few more words

while listening to a piece 

of classical music

written for percussion

by the modern 

German composer

who now is

decomposing

in his grave.

Exodus

Bring me into your grief

as the flower invites the bee

This holy space

will turn us into prophets

The bush is burning

It speaks

Listen

Exclaim this new truth

A testament 

as old as our kind

rewritten every day

through tears

and heartache

binding us

eternal

lungs

straining

yes straining

breathe

yes breathe

try to breathe

gulp through

your mouth

breathe it

suck it

into us

expanding

ribcage

Eternal

I was so young then

I still am now

so many years later

Marvel

My father has always said

if you have your health

you have everything.

I see the wholesale truth of it.

It's true. If you are young

there is no need to believe

the majesty of you will 

ever grow ill or infirm.

I wake up in the morning

greeted by the birds and

the stillness of nature.

Last night it rained.

I'll have my coffee.

In the shower

I'll feel gratitude

at the warm water

rushing over me

Life, yes, life.

To be here,

I'll never not marvel

at this moment,

this gift.

Everything

Everything becomes simpler 

as time goes on

You are forced to let go

of notions 

you once clung to 

with a vicious grip

How much further 

must I go 

How much more

most I let go

There is only 

one answer

Limitations

Ready, never ready.

Always as ready

as you'll ever be.

Where is trust?

Hiding behind fear.

I am no Seer.

Tsunami

Green begins to brown

Imperceptible change

becomes a towering wave

A familiar landscape

rendered unrecognizable

Everything can begin anew

shadow morning

The world is shadowed

I wake to darkness

and rain.