light sudden rain

The sky, the trees, the earth in wash
A humid scent of heavy peace
The days my heart was open to
The language of the universe

When every color was a soul
And every leaf a boy or girl
When raindrops felt like holding hands
To bursting hearts who drank the world

Through straws that looked like human eyes
And human hearts in human skin
When hope was everything I knew
Of what’s to come or what had been

Just past a little lighted sign
For walkers caught out in the rain
And life was wonder wet and all
And solitude not loneliness

Or pain

Emptiness and Echoes

So accustomed to noise are we,
Our minds provide it
In our rare moments of silence.

When we cannot feel the world anymore,
We attempt to become the world,
A process fraught with anxiety,
And rife with chaos.

It is the silence we fear:
Discovering only then
What we truly believe the world to be,
Past our lies and our slogans:

Emptiness and echoes,
Regrets and recriminations,
And a desire, at all costs,

To keep the noise going

forecast

… today’s forecast calls for
fair-to-partly indifferent,
with a chance of afternoon apathy…

… is what should rather have been said.
alas, the daily forecast:
it’s big on generalities
but light on specifics.

if only traffic was so light,
or the rain,
or expectations.

but both light and lightness
are lacking,
one blocked by clouds, and
the other by

acedia

and this truck

Irascible

So I’ve been called irascible
A charge that I find risible
I seldom carp
Or bellyache
And mostly am invisible

Yet I’ve been called a malcontent
I guess that’s true to some extent
But yet it seems
To me at least
My carping is a nonevent

For when I take to grumbling
It’s hesitant and stumbling
I’d never to seek
To show you up
Or subject you to humbling

But my complaints are few and small
I’m sure you find them passable
So cool your jets
And take a pill
And don’t call me
Irascible


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