Sunday, January 27, 2013

Rhythm and Snow: A Hymn to Life


Preface:
Within my gloves,
cold sweat still clings to my fingertips as
do drippings from peeling overripe oranges;
memory slips into a place forgotten
for years…

My forearms’ skin,
embossed by tiny, superheated soup bones
left over from a thousand
death-sentence suppers,
reminds me that we must court and woo each feast as it presents:
each with a specific atomic and metaphysic weight,
unique like the quantity of snowflakes
held upon each of ten thousand holy, high peaks.


Canticle:
The rhythm of death’s resignation,
in remembrance of the moveable, jocund dust
of countless questing journeys, embraces me within the day’s dance.
In truth, I am the dust on the floor, on tchotchkes, the sacred relics-
dependent on the memory of your reflection in
limpid, rippling water.
Even amongst the redolent odor of
lifeless percentages strewn at your naked feet,
I remember you as indelibly handsome.


A Return:
Remember, though-
among different kinds of snowfall is this:
pausing to spy the black-capped chickadees brave enough to play despite this cold,
my nose is incessantly tickled by tiny flakes
in this blurry month of January
(in which, as a habit, I uncharacteristically wear no shortpants).
That snow is an irksome ally
though it marks some with a blackened spot,
tearing holes in families, nests, and beaver dams.
As some return year after year to push through the dark,
still others thrive.


Epilogue:
In January, the depth of which is abundance in hibernation,
causality is very often impenetrable
so that we can learn patience.
That which so few of us recognize as
Deep Fear,
after all we can do,
is drawn ultimately
toward the same opaque end.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Rise to the Challenge? Ha.


Don’t simply ‘rise’ to a challenge or change; that is to relinquish one’s responsibility to understand, balance, and to weigh the pros and cons balance of that challenge or change using the wisdom of reflectivity and deliberacy.
While there are those who benefit and even appear to prosper, often apparently without adverse affect from change and ‘challenge’, those are the exception to the rule in the long run. Indeed, these are beings who fail in the imperative of listening to the inner voice and balanced compass that can result from constant consideration of alternatives as changes or challenges present themselves…

Friday, January 18, 2013

Hi. I Ran My Truck Out of Gas Today


The results of a long walk and much time thinking on the day and this fine winter...