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I stand on the precipice

And deliver my wings

Into the abyss.

 

In panic, I nearly

Follow them,

And then remember

I cannot fly.

 

Almost, it doesn’t matter,

Nearly, I fling myself

Anyway

Into the gloom.

 

But after a moment,

I trudge down the

Mountainside,

My wingless back

Frozen.

 

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Shed

Bringing my feet back down from the mist to attend the rabbit’s tea party.

I wear this life
Like a skin
Cloaking my bones,
Slowly seeping in.

Pushed down,
Simply grounded
By the weight
Of my world.

If I could shed
My soul would float,
Like a balloon
Into the stars.

 

Forever Ago

How do you stay connected to your tribe, when things are hectic, and you’re in the trenches, mired in the daily details of living?

It’s been forever ago,
Since we talked, you know?

What’s going on with you?
How are things? What’s new?

It feels like years have passed;
Time slips by, moments amassed.

I’ve thought of you lately,
In the hurly burly, the busy, the hasty.

Wondered how you were,
What, by your silence, I should infer.

Are you, like me, bogged down with life?
Struggling, as I do, on the edge of the knife?

There we go, the two of us,
Time and distance, unceremonious.

They say it’s like two ships passing;
More like solitary, everlasting.

It’s been ages since we met;
Hope all is well, is all I meant.

I’ll see you again, someday,
We’ll have that moment, come what may.

Until that time, I hope you know,
I miss you more than I can show.

Day One

All that ails you can be healed in nature.

On day one, I screamed into the sky
Waiting for an answer, some reply;
But there was none,
On day one.

On day one, I was empty,
Drowning in futility,
Feeling cold and done,
On day one.

On day one, I slipped into the river,
Ready to leave, sleep under the water;
So glacial, so numb.
On day one.

The knife of frozen kindness
Slid into my soul, a wildness;
I was unspun
On day one.

I sprang from the river bed,
Alive and whole, unbled,
Ready to dance and run
On day one.

It lives in me, and all I see,
The water’s lesson set me free,
And all is clear, a wiser sun
Shines in the lee
Of day one.

Forty-five

Perhaps it’s unwise, but I’ve covered my eyes, unwilling to watch this wreck of a train;
I voiced my displeasure, in all kinds of weather, and now feel only disdain.

There once was a smarmy old pig

Who danced quite a jig

And landed clear in DC;

Once he was there,

He did suddenly declare

“Time to set up my rig!”

One at a time

He committed each crime

And appointed the worst to command;

With each passing day

He’d smile and say

“Don’t like it? You’re canned!”

Beggars and thieves

Were his appointees

To the highest positions, so tall;

And when they decided

Some should be chided

They forgot to address the worst one of all.

Let this be a lesson

In case you were guessing

What voting third party commends:

A cowardly man

In charge of the land

You claimed you’d love to no end.

The End

At the end of your life, what is the most important thing: what you left behind, or who?

At the end of it all

Were you large or small?

Did you walk with pride

And speak out, not hide?

 

Did you give a voice

To those without choice,

Or pretend not to see

What happened to me?

 

Can you say, with all truth

You well-spent your youth,

So as to abide in old age

With wisdom and sage?

 

If this is the end,

My dearest friend,

Let us rejoice on all we have done;

Should we repent?

Nay, let’s relent,

And consider the day has been won.