To Change My Life…?

What seemed right and what felt right
Pulled in two quite different ways;
I drove into the desert ‘neath
The unforgiving rays

My heart, it wanted change, to get
A new life, a new start;
My mind said, “Everything is fine.
Don’t listen to your heart.”

For life’s responsibilities
Had greatly weighed me down;
The desert spoke of dying things
Of ghost lives, and ghost towns —

I drove for the entire day
And as the sun was setting
Decided I should stay the course
And that I’d been forgetting

What my life had been like before.
Once home, as I undressed,
I kissed my sleeping wife
And settled down to take some rest.

My instincts haven’t always
Been the greatest friend to me:
For if I listened, I’d have lost
All my reasons
To be
 


 

(“To Change My Life…?” – 12-16-2014)

A Common Ground

We cannot find a common ground
To share a point of view,
For I stand here, in judgment, of
The things that make you, you

And you are there, entombed within
That fort of your devising;
That there’s no common ground for us
Just isn’t that surprising

But there’s a universal truth
In all strife to be found:
Our hatreds go with us to graves
Beneath a common
Ground

Out and Outlier

They draw a graph, I barely make the edge;
They form a group, and I don’t qualify —
I’m so remote, it seems quite like a ledge,
For there’s no other word they can apply

To speak of one, who doesn’t fit at all:
With them, or “anti-them” or anywhere —
Precarious, and just about to fall,
And curious – that I should be out there.

Why don’t I join their consequential cause?
Haven’t I heard that they are faultless right?
To not belong – that really gives one pause –
There can be no one left who doesn’t fight —

except: the one who sees a world bereft:
in war, it’s not who’s right, but just who’s left


[Based on a quote from Bertrand Russell – Owen]