A Certainty is Rage

When at wit’s end this identity does unravel,

the spirit, the mind, that epicenter of our brain

begins to take its own journey

while the body will always forever remain.

Hard to know where the mind goes

when stuck in idle unable to let go.

~

There is a response to fear and anxiety

a shutting down of the factory,

all working parts forcibly placed on leave

in order to comprehend the nature of this pain.

Watching the year end,

yet knowing our lives are not over,

we are meant to go forward

an unprecedented commitment lay ahead.

~

I once told a kid, a student, a young man,

while crying in my classroom,

‘this is a brief moment in your life’

when he wailed about losing

a privilege to walk with his peers

with their heads held up high

and a diploma in hand.

~

I looked him in the eye

and said those dark moments will not

ever defeat him, he will move forward,

and make a life of his own.

~

I told him with a passion, a compassionate plea,

do not give up, you must please set yourself free.


© Thom Amundsen 12/2020

Measuring Distance

The lady had a tape measure at the beach

seriously, that is how she is coping,

can you fault her

are you perfect

wearing one

or critical eye

while the world around us

does ponder

is it you, them, that one time, yesterday,

how many people if it’s me

can I count on one hand, maybe two,

or hundreds perhaps

it has been five months by now,

maybe weeks before, several days, one day

maybe only one person

that matters

love


© Thom Amundsen 7/2020