Sometimes the world is too much
For the likes of you and me,
Though I admire those who can breathe deep
And live large,
Who can attempt to stem the tides of outrage and sorrow,
The same tides that would surely
Sweep me out to sea.
No I need blinders.
I need small sandcastles on the seashore where
I can only see the gloom in small doses,
(Even as sweet as Barbara Kingsolver may make it.)
I need things doled out,
The tsunami cup by cup,
Ideas and goals and dreams
Are best ingested in doses simple and small (for small
Paul).
I need them to be beautiful and right.
Enough already,
Had enough,
Enough is enough?!
Forming ramparts, bulwarks
May help, in the very short run
But it is a one-sided affair
Here in the materials world
If you go that way…
And really aren’t we in this
Together, in the end?
To the end?
And enough of what?
What stuff
Will make your day better
Change the outdoor weather
Keep you alive
One more hour, one more day
In any appreciable way?
Enough said?
Taro nods in prayerful thanks
Eastward in salutation
Towards the warm rays of this new day.
I touch her broad and earth green leaf
And so by such communion
Rejoin man to plant
Plant to man,
And hear the hush whispering
From the steady flow of
The stream in which
we all stand.
Dear Poet,
It is your job to mirror
The elegance of the universe
Which needs no real help
In this regard.
And of special note
The mud clods that you offer
Tracked across the freshly
Mopped floor;
You couldn’t do more?
Can we talk?
Can we find a way
To meet in the somewhat rare
I know not where
Into thin air
Middle?
Can we talk?!
I ask because it seems the only way
To make a save.
We are so late to the game
And so
Shocked by the score
Could I have done more?
Should I shake you?
Or kiss you?
I just don’t know…
Perhaps we can dance
But who leads
And who holds whose hand?
All I know is if we sit this one out
The band may no longer play.
Can we talk?
Because the room continues to grow warmer
And warmer.
In a day dream
I saw myself as you know me,
Where I held myself off at arm’s length
Slightly out of reach,
Coolly un- embraceable…
I don’t know why (though I
might try)
The fears roiled and took their toll
They held off your beauty because
It did not match
Or meet the standards I had
So arrogantly set
That foiled both you
And me as well.
It’s a sad refrain
That sent you
off
Wondering why (it’s such a shame…)
That widens the chasm
And confounds our hearts
Such is the madness I have made
Such are the things that keep us apart.
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