there was a time, there was a place

there was a time, there was a place
for bits of beauty, and some saving grace;
when young we were, yes, we were young,
and mercy ’round our thoughtless choices hung.

for blessed we were,
with much we took for granted —
we wandered randomly
a world enchanted,
just lights and colors,
pouring in, diverting —
the outlines dim
of others, hungry,

there was a time, there was a place,
when photographs that once hid interlace
began to show; the show, begun,
we had another task now needing done.

for ripe we are
with much that needs dispersing,
a world of loving,
doctoring, and nursing,
and inlet tides
where’er we can reversing,
to bless with care
where once was only

there was a time, a place, a day,
a faded youth we lost along the way,
a growing though, in hope, and peace,
and comfort, really meant, not
press release

The Book of Reasons

There is a book of reasons where
The secrets are all kept;
I saw it last night, in a dream,
And my heart fairly leapt

To know there was an answer, and
It’s there for us to read,
To understand the emptiness,
The hunger, and the need —

But blurriness was on the page
And I could barely see
Or understand the writing that
Was there in front of me

For life may have its purposes
We know, behind our fears —
But with the book of reasons, we
Must first see past

The tears

Stacked Up Words

We use our words
To claim we have control,
As though we fathom
Psyche, mind, or soul

We dare not whisper
That it’s all pretend,
Or just how much
We cannot comprehend

So much that goes untaught
In any book or blog or college —
So many stacked up words
That do not give us any



Armed only with one’s own experience,
We have to face the worst that life can deal;
So many stories, major but untold,
That make up everything that’s whole, or real,

And still, we have to navigate our ways,
Along whatever paths we may avail,
And cram into however many days
Whatever steps upon whichever trail

That leads us to becoming. For we’ve seen
There is no place in this life we arrive
That isn’t temporary. Restless souls,
It is upon the journey we must thrive,

And draw strength from seclusion where we can —
Then find our way without a master plan

Another Smile

Another choice gets made —
But its the process, not
The choice, itself

From every corner store,
To every house, and
Onto every shelf —

For lo, we love the giant stage,
The spotlight bright,
The power great

But may discover, as we age,
The moments small we should
Appreciate —

Another smile is passed —
And yes, I noticed, me there,
Passing by

And it now lives in me:
So maybe you’ll have one today

Or try