Redraw the Sky
these lines
trace the pinpoint black
into pictures
of myths lived
wishes dreamed, and
our potential as
here, I take one
move it there
then another
on, and on
until we
redraw the sky
into new pictures
of our future
these lines
trace the pinpoint black
into pictures
of myths lived
wishes dreamed, and
our potential as
here, I take one
move it there
then another
on, and on
until we
redraw the sky
into new pictures
of our future
you look over at me
& i rest, head propped,
awkwardly, against the window
we drive with the windows down,
summer heat blowing in
along the country road
you knew i was tired
when i got moody & it seemed
like i hated you
& i love you for that
Birds greet each other, their many voices a mass choir they make.
Their songs a nature’s Pandora to my ears.
No subscription required.
Twigs snap, crack, and pop under the weight of my gait.
High in the sky beyond the gray cloud veil, the roar of jets on mysterious journeys.
All at once, my ears hear the hum and sputter of metal machines, Carrier, Pane, and Trane. When the temperature goes up, The sounds intensify.
Drip, drip, drop turns to trickle, trickle flow. The drip the drop the flow, the water falls splashing in the fountain below.
Good morning, from a passing jogger, and from my voice greeting two dog walkers.
The voice of the wind resonates through the deep dongs of a wind chime.
A bird whistled at me.
I smiled.
These are the sounds nature freely gives.
Pure, crisp, and unique sounds.
Music to my ears.
For awhile I avoided him,
I’d see him creeping around a corner,
Lurking in the late evening
Everyone always says “learn to be alone”
But they never teach you how to love loneliness
It took me awhile to reach for his hand,
Or even look in his direction
But some days he was the only thing in sight
We started reading books, going on walks together,
Getting early lunch, and late coffee
He could not be seen nor heard
But his presence brought comfort
That I never knew I needed
But too much time spent with him
Can be draining
The only way to love loneliness,
Is to take small bites at a time
Only the prescription you were given,
It’s okay to crave time away from loneliness
He will be there when you come back
Just don’t forget to let loneliness have his alone time too
Mary Shelley wrote
her story of parts to whole
before death grew cold
something born of strife
reanimated phantom
waking dream to life
Last night I had a dream
that was dark.
I was by the ocean
with many people.
We went wading
out into the surf.
At first it was fun,
but then I got swept up.
The wave put me down,
and I tried to crawl
through the sand
but I couldn’t
get far enough.
It picked me up and
put me down again
and again.
I was woken
by a bird pecking
at the wall.
I wished that I could fall
back asleep and finish it,
but when I closed my eyes,
the waves were gone.
Why is it so hard to focus on the present?
In every aspect of our lives,
we are constantly planning the next
adventure, the future experience.
Or worse, we are reliving the past,
whether it was positive or negative,
taking ourselves backward in time.
This is it. This thing I am doing right now.
Typing these words on this computer,
deciding the direction I want
to go with these thoughts.
My cat is watching from
the arm of the couch.
My daughter comes to tell
me she is going out for food.
The fountain of trickling water
makes for peaceful music.
The fan is cooling the air.
This is all I need to know right now.
KW
6/12/2022
How does it all come down to this?
Lots of material things and no owner
Going through every item is hard
When the memories invade
Pricing things that have been part of your life
In a space that will no longer be a family space
It is impossibly hard
Because the memories invade
Emotions bubble to the surface
But it is necessary to plunge them down
And sort and price and arrange
Until the memories invade
Staying unemotional is what is needed,
But sorting through so many years of
Family treasures is a hard task
So one must keep the memories at bay
