Leaves in Pile

October 30

 

LEAVES IN A PILE

 

 

As a great pile of dry leaves, lay the problem.  Running through it to show my disrespect accomplishes nothing but to scatter my dilemma and widen the area of distress.  Covering and composting only allows the burden to indwell, leaching into that which feeds my soul.  Burning puts it in the air I breathe.  There is no galaxy far off enough to keep its reflection from my face.  Attack, flight, banishment?  No!  Insulation, conversion, contortion?  No!  I pursue none of these; I can not control things exterior.  I can not feed my power, light and life into the pile.  I have only one goal: not to become the problem.  Not to dry or dehydrate.  Not to fall from my hope and collect in the road.  My goal is to hold fast to hope and serve as conduit and companion to a life bigger than mine alone.

 

 

Practice little words like ‘oh’, and ‘hum’

*

 

 

Entrenched

 

I have dug myself a trench

and invited my friends and family.

Truth is, I drug many and tricked others

and there they are in the trench

I have so recently climbed out of.

 

It is a nasty place and I feel horribly responsible,

but here is the sacred truth;

I can’t climb down there again,

not even on a rescue mission.

 

I am obligated to help them, this is for sure,

but the fact still remains that it is not safe

to get into the water with a drowning person,

even if I am the one who caused the drowning.

 

If I am to be of any help at all I must get my footing

and keep it safely on the bank

and only then might I be able to throw down a rope

or lend a hand to anyone, especially those I love.

 

I pray for the sturdy stance of helpful strangers

and try my best to cause no further harm,

more than that will have to wait

until my cleats are soundly lodged into the earth

and my head is squarely upon my shoulders,

for headlong and mud covered I am no help.

 

 

 

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Pieces of Sky

October 29

 

PIECES OF SKY

 

 

 

The sky falls in pieces and clutters around my feet.  Scattered are the moon, stars and sun.  Fear and desire have consumed all the rest.  Great tides of resentment wash away reality and replace it with illusion and propaganda.  What am I to do when want drives the course?  Satisfaction is unknown; the luminous butterfly I believed extinct has not yet come to me.  I leave the shards of life to tinkle as I stumble through them and forget to ask for wings of sweet contentment from unexplored realms.  Paper dreams burn with fervor; I peer to see what stands behind.  The gracious weather carries me as a seed to a vaulted canopy, celestial spaces, buoyant and fertile.  I will grow away from the rarefied fragments of unrealistic vistas, sinking roots deep in cohesion and truth.  Pieces of sky melt to rainbows; home is the nature of things.

 

 

Jingle your intellectual change.

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On a Half-shell in Front of Tiffany’s

 

Pretty petty pearls wait in oysters

more perturbed than annoyed.

I string my tears for the sake of posterity

leaving the dreams to fend for themselves.

 

I am nothing if not splendidly prepared

for a life less steeped in wishes than realism.

Opening volleys tell a tale of round irritation,

but I am not finished just yet.

 

Joy comes from surpassing obstacles

and wearing healed grief

as precious gems around my neck.

 

 

 

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Archimedes Put a Boulder in my Path

October 28

 

ARCHIMEDES PUT A BOULDER IN MY PATH

 

 

 

Place a lever under the boulder and press down, never so hard as to warp the lever.  Move the pivot and push under in a new place.  Keep doing this until you have pushed deeply and well from every aspect of the boulder in your path.  This works every time, not because it dislodges the boulder but because it somehow changes me.  The path may also appear different and often the boulder drops from view.  It may not be gone but seems less intractable.  My life goes on.  I have found it important to retain my lever and pivot; there is never just one boulder.

 

 

Invent a new greeting.

 

 

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To Your Health

 

Health is a pleasure;

health restored is celebration

girded with gratitude.

 

The shock of illness quickly imbeds itself

to an irrefutable unchangeable fact.

When this veil is lifted the body responds with glee,

the soul with relief touched with disbelief.

 

The satisfaction of being hale is the bedrock

and once this is shaken

its return is nothing more than astonishing.

 

I am never more aware of the miraculous nature of life

than when I feel alive once more

after having felt the doom of sickness.

 

 

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Slipstream

October 27

 

SLIPSTREAM

 

 

 

I look in the rearview mirror; I see the headliner and a river of road flowing out behind me.  Dual viewing is the kind gift of hindsight.  I can see my internal workings and the past laid bare.  The beauty and sadness can transfix me.  I will lose my way if I keep looking back.  I catch glimpses and move my eyes forward.  I can’t advance without a full vision so I remain grateful for the mirror.  Awareness and cognition, the brakes and gas, I have the full package; I just have to make sure to steer.

 

 

Tell a joke to a cat.

 

*

Picard

 

The little tin whistle I yearn to play

squeaks in my head

warning that I have no time to learn

and a tin whistle though slender is not easy.

 

I think if I had a magic wrinkler for time I might learn,

I remember characters that have, but I rethink this

and remember I don’t want to win the lottery again.

 

I am too good at too many things

and have no time to enjoy their full round pleasure.

I have no need for additional longing or extended guilt.

 

 

 

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Fish of Chaos

October 26

 

FISH OF CHAOS

 

 

Out of chaos come very tiny fish, well, maybe not fish but a very swimmy feeling.  How can I go around with my feet off the ground, my mind racing on a squirrel cage?  Breathing helps, breathing is someplace to start.  Once I get breathing regularly, I can gingerly probe with one foot for a place to stand.  The chaos may race around and past my legs like so many eels on a summer’s evening, but with time and practice I can step from this current as well.  Out of chaos come very tiny fish, but I can come out, too.

 

 

Wring out every drop from your books.

 

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Circuit Speaker

 

 

It isn’t until I listen long to the Northside poet

that I realize there is such a thing as a Chicago accent.

I hear it as I never have before.

 

I don’t hear it in my beloved Rodger,

hear only the hope he brings to share.

As I get ready to walk to the podium

I wish that no one hears the Jersey in my voice

only the experience I bring to share.

 

 

 

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Abundance of Water

October 25

 

ABUNDANCE OF WATER

 

 

Waterfalls fail the catch basin and run off to make mud slide from the hills.  Power showers down, but the channels it uses are not always beneficial.  High tide with the push of tsunami wipes out the coast.  Water is the stuff of life, but God forbid it gets out of control, there is no living with it.  I cannot regulate the weather but today I have a plan.  I don’t have to stand out waiting to see how much will come down.  I may not have every contingency covered; I do have a backup for the worse than average season.  Yes, I did dig myself a French-drain, but I started by not living on the flood plain.

 

 

Travel in your own good company.

 

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Basket Ball

 

 

 

Idiots out number poets, this is a fact,

though I do wonder why.

It cannot be an easy lot spending your days

in slow witted discharge;

 

I would think they might at least try putting pen to paper.

I think I would rather live in a world filled with bad poets

than drifting on this ship of fools,

 

The troubadours rise with imbeciles as their cover

and poems fall from favor.

I wonder how I could make verse a contagion,

how could I make it spread?

 

You may laugh at me, but think what some guy did

with a broken peach basket and a rubber ball.

 

 

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Birth of an Apple

October 24

 

BIRTH OF AN APPLE

 

 

When an apple gives birth what is the result?   Seed or sauce?  Crunch or crisp?  The act of creation is so much an act of sacrifice, how can it be limited to only one kind of delivery?  The children of effort produce fruit of their own; who am I to call them other than my kin?  How many times have I thrown over bluster for blizzard?  But snow is snow.  I can accept every squall if I keep clear and willing.  I may finish my days in a winter orchard if I spend my life picking not choosing.

 

 

Keep two lists: what you want and what you have.

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Behind Closed Doors

 

 

The children of happy fathers make no sense to me.

I have known no such peace.

What is it to live in a world where there is a man

who likes you, someone who approves?

 

I feel like my chin would have always been out there to see,

no ducking, no need to hide,

had there been a good man to whom I could turn.

 

The dark circles under the eyes of my soul make me old,

old and different from those kids, mere children,

safe in a home with a happy man whose joy it is to be their Dad.

 

 

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