You’re counting up years you’ve yet to live
as a way to hollow out spaces
before their span is run
to tangle under the sleep you carry
as if a root ignored
will not grow in the night
and shadow you all day long
why not live as if the only knowing
were the one yet to have arrived
as if the gift were waiting
for that place
where your scarred light rivers out
where there is only you to carry.
Christmas is arriving
Santa Claus dreams
hide in torn pockets
waiting to be filled.
Not gifts or goodies
but a New Year sortie
into another world.
Moons and rockets
cars and sockets
in this techie techie
universe.
Plagued by our insecurities
Our ever-growing greed and need
For things we don’t need.
Obsessions with wealth and beauty
Most never see nor realise
The true value of being, socially conditioned
To see and believe without knowing
A society of falsehoods
People are used, abused,
Material possessions are treasured
Life becomes less important
Social media takes over, falsities prevail,
Life takes a back seat,
Real life is being alive
Nothing faked, never for the likes,
Being human, observing with eyes
That see beyond the abyss.
I stood with Robert
In the woods
In the stillness and the chill
Of the time stopped
To reflect
On my destination
Where I would go
What I would see
And how deep
The snows ahead
Were for me
Still a mystery
But there was
A clarity in the air
The time to pause
So needed
But I could not stay
Even with the cold logic
Mine was to forge ahead
There was only
So much time left
And I had to be
Where I was suppose to be
Like the horse
And the sleigh
My life has a mission
With a slush-covered path
That leads me finally
To my home