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Pushing through the dark clouds
The sun rays announce, they’re here.
With them, comes not warmth
but light, the light we need
today. The light needed
For so many things to move
Grow, continue.
I shall continue.
I shall grow.
I shall move.
Dry hands wring themselves
dry wit, too.
We are anxious, on edge
body tense, only the balls of
our feet touching the ground
even while seated.
Shoulders tight
jaw holding the stress
The cool morning air provides
respite when inhaled
But this body has forgotten how
to release.
I started then quickly stopped the first iteration of this morning’s poem because I could feel myself going into “old man get off my lawn” territory.
White plate, 2-egg omelet
Leftover potatoes from dinner
Half of an avocado.
Morning conversation
Brief yet pleasant, hopeful
Sometimes just informational.
The morning light shields us
from the alerts and notifications
that await, that lurk
on devices in other rooms.
A good recovery should
make us less vulnerable to
future risks.
It’s not a “step”.
nor an item on a list.
It is time. It is a process.
Filled with empathy and care
Filled with space, empty
and at times, silent.
Allowing for anger, grief,
denial, deflection, bitterness,
depression.
Giving way to acceptance, embrace,
new knowledge, ingenuity, planning,
hope.
healing.
He curses the lightbulbs
using a sharp tongue
Frustrated that each one dances
through life and unlife.
In the office, one out.
Replaced.
In the kitchen, another.
Replaced.
Front porch, three go out.
Replaced.
Frustrated, he pulls too hard
and sharp shards shatter.
Replaced.
You ask, please look at me
and I stare into darkness
Ignoring your ask
looking away
As if I could see anything
something, I’m not sure
what to look for
Or whether I ever did see,
anything in this dark
nor anything in the light.
Internal energy stored
kinetic, almost hyper
Longing for contact
Longing to be used to its potential.
Released by your touch
Released by your presence.
Contact allows flow
at first, bottlenecked by excitement
then steady and constant
Kinetic, almost hyper
Waiting for that touch.
Reciprocation isn’t mandatory
but it is nice.
Reciprocation isn’t a requirement
but it is appreciated.
Reciprocation isn’t automatic
but the effort is recognized
and will be thought about
continually, warmly.
Reciprocation can be silent
and can speak volumes.
Reciprocation isn’t normal
which makes it valued.
The hurry is my cue to slow
The sense of time, warped by
false deadlines and the greed of others
Ignoring the sign
I clock in. I submit my work.
I meet those deadlines.
I tell myself, I will slow
on the weekend.
Ignoring the sign
I collapse on the weekend.
I start in one corner of the garden
slowly moving the water spray back and forth
while the other corners await
Await their chance for input
Await their chance for nourishment
I move to another corner
while the other corners wait
And that first corner has time to
ingest and process.
The window open through
the night, to let the Delta Breeze
cool the upper floors.
We sept well in the cooler
rooms, breathing easier
dreaming happier.
We wake to hot coffee
and the start of another week.
The window open throughout.
Ignorance on horseback
wearing cowboy hats
to whip and round up those who
have already suffered, strived,
and survived.
We chose to be another obstacle
In lieu of a helping hand
We add imagery to a library of the past
that we cannot escape.
I don't tolerate your delay
because I choose not to
I want the answer faster than
you can provide one.
And though understood
and though I do want a well-thought
meaningful, and truthful reply
It's that delay on which I dwell.
It's that delay that holds my focus
It's that delay
It is that delay.
I did not charge overnight
forgetting to plug in the devices.
This morning, they are drained
as am I
waking up feeling more tired than before
turning in last night.
I envy those devices
now plugged in and
receiving direct energy
As that luxury eludes me
as I turn on another device
and another
and another
So that I may smile and nod before
my colleagues
on screen
Battery drained.
We trim the edges
and control the height
automating the
feeding
and feeding for rapid growth.
Single file lines!
From one container to another
a product of consumption
and mass control.
Livelihoods depend on this control
at the expense of others'
livelihoods.
The draw of the morning sun
the cool breeze
the promise of a new day
Is weaker than the draw of
the false light from
cold metal and glass
rectangles
Our attention owned by
Something manufactured and
That sunlight passes by.
It rained during the night
Enough to make the ground damp
and the trees hopeful.
Enough to freshen the air,
cooling and cleaning
Clouds block the sun
a respite from the heat
Windows open, deep breaths.
Let us begin.
Wavelengths from the source
dissipate as they travel.
Yet as I travel
towards you, my wavelengths
strengthen, my sources
disappear, and my destination
moves along with the
Wavelengths
of you.