So little we agree on
in this fragmented nation;
division is a herald of
our greater consternation —
except for this one thing, I think:
requiring no ablation —
and that’s when this stuff’s crunchy,
it’s an
abomination
one last profundity
Born Desiring
We are born desiring, wanting;
Seldom does that really change.
Though our scenery may vary —
Furniture we’ll rearrange —
Never does the longing leave us,
Nor our restless hearts feel full:
Everyday the pushing, tugging,
Every breath, the constant pull
Of a striving deep within us.
Reaching for, and reaching past
Every happy thing around us
For some other that will last.
Though the morning sits to greet us,
Though a lover waits at home,
We are born desiring, wanting:
We are born to break
Our own
To share is human:
When and Why
The family’s meeting soon. Last year,
This air was entering some lungs
That are no more in use, and we
Were shopping at a store that’s
Closed its doors.
That’s as may be: once, these
Were woods, before that, maybe
Swamp. We can recall ‘before’;
Just not the ‘before’ before ‘before’.
But our perspective
Typically shows where we
Like our lines to be.
The frame decides what’s
In the paintng, but doesnt tell
You why the artist painted
The desolation of a soul
That finds itself at one with
Empty parking lots
To share is human:
She‘ll Be The One
Son, let’s have it be understood:
It’s work to be worthy of somebody good.
To be kind, and be strong, and to understand —
To do what it takes to be this kind of man —
This is the voyage. It’s part of your walk:
To matter in action, and not just in talk.
For honor is everything when you’re a guy,
Not money, not fame, but the look in your eye
When you know in your heart you’ve been doing your best,
You can hold your head high, and at night you can rest.
But that’s not enough — or, it wasn’t for me.
You’re gonna meet someone, and you’re gonna see
That the world is much bigger than you could have known.
In the way a book’s read, or the way her hair’s blown,
In the serious way that she teases things out of you,
Laughs with you, looks at you, never a doubt of you.
You’d give your life for her, gladly, it seems:
She’ll be the one who’ll beat all of your dreams.
And strangely enough, though you won’t think it’s true,
She’s working hard
To be worthy
Of you
To share is human:
Meanwhile, in the Ukraine…
The holidays are closing in:
So much expected to be done.
Our lives are complicated, no?
But pictures seem so simple —
A child playing on the ice.
November in the cold Ukraine:
With frozen trees upon the hill
And joy upon her face —
But imagery can be a trap,
Just symbols on a changing screen
That keep us seeing what’s around
Wherever we may be
And what we envy may just be
A moment in somebody’s day;
Forgotten soon and left aside
In life’s unending march
But I learned many years ago
From an old television show*,
That if you are not where you are,
You are no place
At all
(The quote is from an episode of MASH – Owen)
To share is human:
One “Can’t”
“You can be anything,” she said,
In a quiet moment before bed,
But the child could see some sadness there
And so asked, “Mom, what’s wrong?”
The mother paused with a distant stare,
As though she could see someone standing there;
And said, “You could be President, for sure,
Or the reason we find a famous cure;
You could be a parent, a star, a friend
Who is there through the joy or the bitter end.
But there is one ‘can’t’ for us all, you see:
You can’t be the person you used to be.”
The child looked up, and said, “If that’s true,
She must have been great to be better than you.”
To share is human:
Sketches – 70
I love to see you laugh
I think I have a stupid laugh
What?
I sound like a donkey.
And I snort.
It’s embarrassing
I love your voice.
I notice you didn’t say, “laugh”
I love the sound of your laugh, seriously.
You don’t get tired of it?
No.
It’s when you’ve stopped laughing
That I’ll really worry
You don’t laugh very much.
No. I know I don’t.
Not much surprises me, I guess
That’s why I enjoy the challenge.
Getting you to laugh takes effort.
I like that
Well, your weird that way
Don’t guys enjoy the challenge?
You know, in dating?
It depends. Many do.
I’m just not wired that way
You went after me hard enough
Yeah, well.
I was rather smitten.
I bet we could drive
A long way in any direction
And not find another guy
Who’d use the word “smitten”
I was taken with you?
Infatuated? Afflicted?
Somehow, that last one
Sounds ominous.
Like I was a disease
Lovestruck?
Crushing on you?
Enraptured?
Just fricking gone?
As opposed to now, when —
Oh, I’m still fricking gone
Where you’re concerned.
And a little bit afflicted
I’m about to afflict you,
If you don’t watch out
(To read other episodes in this series, click here. – Owen)
