Each of us
Looking for a space
To become
On differing ground
And sunlight
In others’ shadows
A Short Description
Once a place
For molding campers,
Now a place
For camping mold
To share is human:
The Chimney Stays
The house is gone, the chimney stays,
Remembering the strength and blaze
When he was best, and part of something
Lost and left in yesterdays.
For lives go by in blurs so fast:
We get wrapped up in worries massed,
And realize, then, far too late
That we don’t get to pick who’s last
To share is human:
A Rhyming Exercise
it seems a bit insidious
to be so darn fastidious
but still it is less hideous
than metaphors invidious
for i deal in comparative,
and enigmatic narrative,
and see no real imperative
for sentences declarative
and it can be frustrative,
these things expressed in dative;
surreal, but connotative,
and on good days creative,
so thank you for your patience here
all you who have kept stationed here
in this odd presentation sphere
with photo vegetation near
To share is human:
Rose’s Diner
When Rose’s Diner closed
It wasn’t banner news;
The smell of coffee, clinking cups
Moved past any reviews
And into realms of memory.
Once I here, with my boy
Would sit and laugh of mornings
In our unknowing joy;
But life tears down what it builds up,
The tiny ways that we’re bereft:
A 1914 building, blank,
Is all of Rose’s Diner
Left
To share is human:
Dreams Beneath the Autumn
She dreams beneath the autumn
In tales and fantasies,
As sunset falls upon her face
Enrapt, and at her ease —
The hours shifting for a wage
Consume her energy each day,
But here and now she reads and dreams
And gives all that
Away
To share is human:
The Last
A fall day like the others,
With summer lately past;
Two voices on the lake again,
As fishing lines were cast.
Then we recalled the first time.
When I was only five,
The air full of excitement,
Just to be, to be alive —-
That was awhile ago, now.
Some twenty years have passed:
Then we recalled the first time,
Now I recall the last.
For all we love and what we love
Comes one day to an end,
And it’s on us to know it
As we choose the way we’ll spend
The time we have, and lines we’ll cast,
And who we’ll cast them with:
To take the time for living
While there’s still life
To live
To share is human:
A Storm
A STORM is coming soon, and we will see
If humans conquer nature after all;
It seems to me more likely the reverse,
Or else we would live longer without pain,
And things would be more better than more worse.
The clouds that gather do not know our names;
The viruses we spread heed not our dreams.
A storm is coming, someday or today,
And we will understand our place in things
When all we’ve built and cherish blows away
To share is human:
between the words
between the words live
all of those feelings we keep,
and those that keep us
warm in our cold beds at night,
or shivering in warm ones.
hearing always, then,
is as much the heart as ears;
truly seeing is
about presence and non-presence,
all that is there, but implied.
