Is it a pointer of sorts
That huge, impressive structures
Should appear so minimized
When viewed from a distance?
Tall towers
That intriguingly fit
The scale of my thumb
And acres of land
Are so effortlessly contained
Within the span of my hand
Is that all one needs
…distance?
…. Space?
… time?
To see how small indeed
Are all the things
That captivate and torment
Our time and attention.
These are my conversations with silence. These are my encounters with beauty and wonder. These are my invocations of the highest in the human condition. These are my commentaries on living. This is the poetry in the prose of my everyday. These are the sacred offshoots of the mundane. Flashes of inspiration that occur in the here and the now… And underlying all of this is a quest for wisdom beyond the known.
I had lived this moment
in my mind
many times-
over and over again.
I had heard you speak
(in my imagination)
words that pierced
through my heart.
And then…
there was stillness
Did I die?
Would I die?
How would I go on?
And yet today,
when what I had imagined
has followed its script
And come into being…
I find myself standing…
breathing…
I swallow it in.
I hear you
But I’m not dead
And I know that I will not die
because of what you’ve said.
I’ll live through it.
Life will prevail
over my limited imagination.
A passing cloud
had its cathartic moment.
It spat out its fury
cried out its pain
or melted in heated passion…
I couldn’t tell.
I only knew that
all that it had released
was all that it had absorbed.
I ran out then…
Looked up at the vast expanse
of dark feeling
lowered and wanting to touch…
to reach out.
I let it soak me.
And so it happened…
In its cathartic moment
I had mine.
Words
You make me feel big
Smart
Wise
Above it all.
But while you take wings and fly
I rest.
Watching you in silence
In wonder
Becoming you in anxiety
Believing your lies
And making them my truth.
You speak by yourself
And to yourself
But words
My words…
Although secretly I have seen you as rich
And I as poor
Today I see your poverty
And my immensity
It was after all
In my barren womb of nothingness
That your meanings were born.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 