20 5 / 2013
Some wise people tell me
“There’s always calm before the storm.”
But from my rain-stained patio
I see the clouds of chaos
and the inevitable tornado
that is coming to my house.
Here it is windy and destruction
reigns supreme, no calm exists
yet the storm approaches
I feel its rage in my heart.
More wise people remind me
of the rainbow that should follow
And I want to believe them
but the darkness is falling.
My world is collapsing and all I see
is this obscure oblivion staring at me.
So I go inside and I close my eyes
and I wait for the dreaded water to rise.
17 9 / 2012
Curiosity
It starts out with a small scratch
and turns into a gaping hole.
The box of bandaids on the table can’t change the fact
that you’re falling, slowly
into a deep mist
of hopeless.
You thought it was minor but it’s a major
like the officer in war that can change the course of a life
and suddenly your cheek is wet
a soft faucet drip
your eye is producing
curiosity
you just never know
how this will be
am i going to be okay?
i just want to be okay,
you say.
you walk on,
but the faucet
has a persistant leak
and every word cuts the hole deeper
and deeper
and even deeper
until the drip has become
a waterfall.
and curiosity
you never know
how this will be
am i going to be okay?
i just want to be okay,
you say.
suddenly you can’t go on
someone is in your way
a hand comes toward you
closer, closer.
you close your eyes.
the hand takes yours
and after a small squeeze
the faucet leak is fixed.
no curiosity
now you know
how this will be
i am going to be okay
i am going to be okay,
you say.
i am going
to be
okay.
14 5 / 2012
The Tree
Alone
it stands.
Heavy with regret.
The things it could have done
but didn’t.
Its leaves
wilting
falling
one
by
one.
Each leaf a memory
leaving
at last.
Sagacious and ancient
Omniscient
the tree.
Saddened by abandonment.
and the oncoming end.
The last memory
falls. Nothing left.
With a whispering wind,
the tree
sighs.
Groaning with the weight of a heavy life
it falls
slowly, finally…
the tree is gone.
