Walking Outside

Pay attention to surroundings

the world in concrete dustings

we wear the right shoes

they’ll comfort the blues

make a long day seem rather

sweet in an odd sort of flavor

of calling the shots in a mid-day

conference where decides the way.

 

Welcome the summer air fresh

from last night’s rain, a thresh

makes her presence known at dawn

well listen wondering where on the lawn

will she find her dewy worm,

will we watch a bit of nature squirm.

watch the sunlight begin another hour

when while history occurs in our tower.

 

If in just a quiet moment this anxiety

we seem to hide to suggest our sanity

would step away for only a partial

afternoon, we could relax against a wall

rest assured our lives are all the same

it just seems more apparent we play the game.

Watch the sunrise one more time with me

for the wandering mind cannot deny the

 

simple beauty in the elegance of our way

this human condition, defines forever our day.

Serenity

A silent muse,

peace, a posture

wishful

in why to seek

serenity.

A word,

create a visual

definition,

breathe in

breathe out

breathe again

for there is nothing

without.

I often want to travel back,

stand in the hallway

outside the cafeteria,

where I can still remember the double

locked

lunchroom doors,

almost feel their clasp,

like speaking

to my childhood

years later to suggest I did exist then.

The mind can choose to listen

or scream,

to advocate a fresh perspective,

or recall.

The eyes though have it,

they can see what happened,

the pain, fear, torment, confusion

of an adolescent nightmare.

Sing to me soft melody

allow me new serenity.

 

Sitting With You

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Lake Superior in Spring 2015

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I have in morning at break of dawn,

while the afternoon plodded on,

I have in the evening watched your fury,

in the tides of settling sea I have looked.

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Yet in all of your mystery,

I will look again for answers,

cast an eye upon your majesty

to realize I am again your visitor

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The last rings of winter caress

your sides like clinging threads

on the frame of our shoulders,

only to recede when sunlight speaks.

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yet you will continue to be the same,

a master of our universe, just waiting,

allowing many to traverse your skin,

if only to remain outside of your lair.

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Those that have dared are nameless

to you, yet families grieve years later,

the depths of your mystique swallow

the kindest soul, the earnest fathers

~

I look out upon you as evening breaks,

watch the ring of clouds frame you tonight,

only beauty and exceptional grace come

to mind, as I again, wait for your answers.

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your history is timeless, the merchants that pass

through your waters, daily, searching their souls,

we stand on the shoreline without ownership.

I stand alone wishing you might one day speak.

Immediacy and Now

time

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When I was a kid,

immediacy meant maybe,

I could hope and pray,

yet, always there was that

quiet confusion,

not knowing, well, certainly, not expecting.

Unless, I was given motive,

back then,

if the carrot were dangled I would,

indeed, with the fervor of

ambitious childhood,

be pursuant and indeed,

adamant,

that chance might merit my desire.

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Passion today,

is measured in moments,

nearly seconds of time,

can pass within a notion,

with response, a party of knowledge,

might suggest we all want what we have,

now, immediately, today without wait,

because,

we all know what the waiting can do,

can do,

can do to our fleeting,

expectations.

We do want and we generally get

want now.

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Find the common ground,

that shelter of patience,

that piece of serenity,

suggests,

just maybe, perhaps, another moment,

of time,

might allow a bit of solace,

beyond the constant need,

to validate our ownership

of, to understand our need to maintain,

the, to recognize a new respect for,

yours, my, yours, theirs, everyone, needs,

time!