night before – October 30

10.30.2014

night before a trip

seems slow and tiring

anxious and unending

as if the bags will

never pack

and there’s

always one more

trick

to accomplish

like getting some

sleep

except, except

what did I forget

it’s on the tip of

my

my

my

brain hurts.

are we there yet…

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sitting by evening fire – October 27

10.27.2014

sitting by evening fire

winds of autumn starting

to chill the night air

outside

 

my eyes see

a newer self in the

hall mirror

 

older, more lines,

weariness askance,

matching the soreness

of muscles that now

hurt every day and

yet ache nicely

in comparison

 

things could be worse

they say, things could

stop in the blink of an

eye that never opens

again.

 

and then what. we do

not know except through

hope. and that inner

whatever

 

that connects

 

dancing, stepping,

breathing out, drawing in,

touching always

 

the beloved.

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churches close up – October 26

10.26.2014

churches close up,

fall vacant, stop

trying. and where

is God

 

away, absent, busy

elsewhere, while we

took too much

for granted

 

and Jesus went to

where voices and

hearts are open

still

 

while the world walks

backward into the

thinly veiled

dangers

 

of secular illusion.

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the artist holds back – October 25

10.25.2014

the artist holds back

post performance

letting little out

and few in

to what

burns.

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yard work – October 22

10.22.2014

muscles slightly sore

eyes shining bright,

yard work

a good day.

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vulnerable unknowing – October 19

10.19.2014

a storm comes through,

a tower a thousand

miles away goes dark,

the airplane

stops.

 

someone gets sick

someone several

thousand miles

away dies,

we freeze

terrified.

 

the electric is out

in the morning for

reasons we cannot

quite find, but we

are at the wrong end

of it. and alone.

 

we thought we were safe,

the woods and dark

spookies put to flight.

the new complexity

now chokes us

 

survivors no more.

just lucky and not

knowing

that safety left the

field, long ago.

yesterday.

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road warrior harries – October 17

10.17.2014

exhausted nerves

airport veterans flee

to rooms, hotels,

booking desks

for any version

of

get me out of here.

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