Air
I am ever-wary
of luxury
and cautious
of delighting
in foolishness
but sometimes I forget
that the soul has its needs,
and sometimes need
means more
than reason…
I am ever-wary
of luxury
and cautious
of delighting
in foolishness
but sometimes I forget
that the soul has its needs,
and sometimes need
means more
than reason…
This is the stillpoint of solstice:
late June, evening. The milltown river,
with its floating candles flickering
as an orange twilight falls.
In this newly minted summer,
porches commune with their rocking chairs
and sunsets unfurl slowly.
My inventory of the longest day
reveals a stasis of bliss
settling inside my core
like a reservoir
when hope is complete:…
Today the world is a disco ball
with glitter pyrotechnics
dappling the sunlit road
and all the trees are money trees,
and all the potholes pots of gold.
The earth is strumming its Carlos
Alomar fat bass riffs under the snow
and the cardinals all fight for the limelight
of the sun’s pulsing paisley fractal smile…
Today I forgot I need walls.
I had to park my car
and walk to the post office.
I left my agoraphobia
behind in the hot back seat,
balled up with my sweatshirts
when I grabbed my cane.
Google lied. I thought it was closer.
One more block;
one more block.
My knees parse the distance…
It’s only fitting
that a substance so yielding
manifests in this century —
an era of great
plasticity
where convenience
is prized,
anything is possible
and dreams can be
supersized.
Noun or adjective?
Mutant or mineral?
Impersonal, pliable,
everyone’s friend—…