Lived in the big city my whole life
Never had a need for a gun
Contemplating a more rural setting
Quieter and gentler perhaps
Problem is
Will I need a gun to feel safe
Out there in the black night
With only crickets for protection
The more I think about it
The worse it sounds
Plus you have to drive everywhere
This was a bad idea
My history is
A part of me
For it has made
Me who I am.
My reality is
Never far from
Me. I can grip it
With my hands.
My fantasy is
What came to me
When I imagined
Fully that I can.
My sanity is what
Separates me from
A world that I can
No longer stand.
I have a problem with that
she says
But I have a problem
with greed and hatred
with digging sharp claws
of self-promotion into
delusions of control
I have a problem with more
that goes on in “polite”
society than I let on.
If we lived in a world
Without words
A shared language
With no vitriol
I would read your face
You would read my body
Every movement
Of expression would talk
A thousand words lost
Truth
Would shine in your eyes
Lies
Would hide inside a smile
Senses so acute
A simple dance
Would become the road trip
To nirvana
With the vision of an eagle
Drawing circles in the sky
As it scoops down on desire
Through eyes
Bigger than its wingspan
All this without speaking
A single word
Wait a moment says the click
Dull slumber, the lull of crowds
A spark, then darkness
Feedback of the microphone
Poison to impatient ears
The program will continue
For now, we pantomime
With uncertain, strange gestures
Waiting for the earth to resume.
Plants are bedded down
for the winter.
frost bites their toes.
They are waiting for the sunlight
when everything begins to grow.
Comatose until the tarp is pulled back.
growth begins with the first
drip of moisture.
What do you do
with a setback? Let
the bump in the road
make you stay home?
Still brave the weather?
Brace up, try again.
Being unafraid, shouldering
uncomfortable responsibility,
getting grit on no matter.
We set our faces like flint
making yet another step.