Nightscape

Some people say that where they are
Is where they’re meant to be;
For years, I never understood –
Those comments puzzled me

Sometimes, you’re down and desperate,
As I was, long ago:
I saw no reason at the time
Why it needs must be so

For almost thirty years ago
I tried to end my life;
I never would have known my kids
My grandchildren, my wife –

I never would have typed these words
That you are reading now;
I would have been a nobody,
A nothing. A no how —

I couldn’t find a reason,
Couldn’t generate a spark
To see me through the nightscape;
Through the hopeless, whirling dark

But somehow, day led on to day;
And IĀ regained my voice.
ThenĀ I decided living
Was my only living choice

I do not know where you might be,
How your life’s filled with pain;
I do not know the grief you’ve felt,
And that, I will not feign —

But this I tell you, reading friend:
There is, most times, a light:
So you can climb the hill ahead,
And fear
No more
The night


(“Nightscape” – 7-1-2015)

Rebecca

Rebecca always hated me
I know, because she said:
And if I passing, spoke to her
I might as well be dead

For all the interest she would show.
But I would always try:
And she might glance up from her book
Or not, as I went by.

But then, one day, she spoke to me
And asked me if I had
A copy of Persuasion
She could borrow for a tad

I said I did, and brought it on
The very next of days;
Rebecca took it with a glance
That turned into a gaze

“You like me, Owen, don’t you?”
I did not know what to say —
“Well, don’t. Because I don’t like you,”
And so I went away

But lo, the years have gone
And I now see what I mistook –
Rebecca
If you’re out there —

Can I have
My fricking book?

It Only Matters That You Are

IT DOESN'T matter who you are:
How big, how small, how rich, how poor --
It only matters that you are,
That is enough. You don't need more

For what you feel to signify:
The empty, and the full --
It doesn't matter who you are,
You're

Irreplaceable

A Strange Reflection

The things we value in ourselves
Will slip away as time goes on;
Each vanity, each bit of pride
Is tied up in some thing soon gone.
For we are temporary parts
Within a play that goes on still,
Just moving limbs and beating hearts
Within a larger sort of will
That is a strange reflection of
The hopes we fancy first in youth,
And that we learn, through pain and hope
Are there to point us towards

The truth

A Parent’s Yearning

We long to show our children
A better life ahead,
And so we tell them fairy tales
Before they go to bed

But just like shadows on the wall
Get hidden by the night,
We sometimes lose the picture when
We cannot find the light

But we cannot despair for long:
The stars again unfurl,
When we will spin more stories of
A better kind

Of world