Where She Got Lost…

Where she got lost, she couldn’t say
She only knows, she’s there –
A thousand million miles away
From almost everywhere

Now, those who’ve never been its pawn –
Depression hasn’t scarred –
Think: rouse yourself, and just move on;
It shouldn’t be that hard

But like a hood over her head
She cannot see to walk;
Well-meaning friends, full-sighted, fed,
Aren’t really ones to talk

Although, she’s grateful that they’re there
Wherever that might be –
She’ll just keep going, breathing air
In hopeless
Expiry

Inventory

Today, I have done nothing right.
Some days, that’s how it goes;
No great heroics in the fight,
No deftly vanquished foes

No breakthroughs pulling me up high;
Epiphanies I’m short —
No lovely memories have I
Of humor or of sport —

I basically have just been here
Existing all day long;
Today, I have done nothing right –
Which doesn’t seem
That wrong

A Sunlight Thought

I spend my time in silent thought,

Just learning how to live,

And would not ask for anything

That you don’t want to give.

 

I watch the sunlight streaming through

My window as I write;

And see that though the string’s attached

I’m really just

A kite

The Disregarded

Rusty Old Water Tower

For years I turned the faucet on
Most days, unthinkingly;
From where it was my water came
Was no concern to me

The silent servant in the sun
I passed by, unaware:
It’s product, life-sustaining, though
I saw not it was there

For ugliness and age beset
The lonely water tower;
I never cast a second glance
Until this very hour

But that’s the way of all my kind
It’s naught to celebrate —
We pass in silence those who help
When they don’t look
That great


 

(“The Disregarded” – 3-12-2015)

The Sacred Strand

My thoughts are often on the sea,
Or where it meets the land;
A part of my knight-errantry
As o’er the globe I’ve spanned

In lavender and purple hues
Brave Helios has set;
Across, its slanting rays diffuse
Into a violet

The footsteps of a pilgrim there
Upon the holy coast;
As sea-songs scatter to the air
The amaranthine host

Then I sit down upon the sand
And face towards the sea:
A moment on the sacred strand
Of pure
Tranquility

Run The Dunes

The days.

The days that we would run the dunes
Until the sun sank low;
Those timeless, breathless afternoons
So free of care and woe

The nights beside the ocean as
The stars came out to shine;
No other spot in mem’ry has
A feel so anodyne

As just to know, now that your gone,
That we were e’er so blessed:
And that, we’ll run again, someday,
Sweet dunes
Where we’ll find
Rest