Sometimes
things move so slowly, so surely towards the same destination.
They move slowly (seem fast at the time) towards ratiocination.
Sure as sunshine under a blanket of clouds ends a rain,
as ocean waves beat the shore and wind blows spray, as inevitable as night following (oh hell, you know the cliche´).
I observe this as my path
meanders in front of me, the optional exits and cloverleaf off ramps
glittering, calling, leading astray . . .
Time and applied ethics
measure out the daze
while I have amplified
both inner and outer gaze.
A Wish
There is nothing scary about a wish, except that sometimes
it comes true. It’s as though, by sheer will power, we’ve changed
the rules
the future fraught with what we thought.
Getting our wish, we may have made someone else sad or angry or
count for naught.Wishes are selfish and dangerous and unfortunately a lot like hopes.
Hopes are what make us keep going. Hopes are dreams brought into the
Light of day. Hopes are games we need to play. Hopes are humankind’s
Real way to pray.
I wish . . . ?
Inside this self on a wooden shelf,
lit darkly
and oh so dusty,
lies the truthful me,
the really me,`
the one that I could really be.
Have you
ever thought
“A slice of you could
Grow a clone”
“Maybe two, . . .
Each with lives
They could grow
Alone?
you could sin
They atone.”
Have you ever thought . . . Ah well, from here on in you’re on your own
