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Poem

GAIA

We are so busy
swatting away at
the buzz of content,
we cannot see that
the planet
has donned
its thousand yard stare.
It has yielded
as much as it can.
It is now
the zombie in your
life’s movie.
It cares not for your intentions,
your morality,
your consciousness,
your family or your dreams.
It will muster
a twitch in geological time
and we will be far-flung molecules,
smithereens,
in its gravitational field.


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Poem

The Meeting

Meanings meet
outside the body.

The white cane
is good to think with.
It assesses the pavement and curb,
tapping out the future.

All our words
also precede us
though we do not hold them in our hands,
these creatures of our breath.

Given wing
they sound out the world.
Wheeling flocks stirring the air, just birds
escaped from our intent.

Who am I?
Who are you to me?
A murmuration of starlings
we exhale between us.

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Poem

Conspiracy Theory

Think.
Certain patterns emerge.
Here and there can always be linked.
Clues will be withheld, so guess again.
Timing is everything.
When comes next to how
and where is very helpful.
Isn’t there complicity in proximity?
The sharp edges of vision
get us to the grocery store,
but are of no help
in looking behind, below
where reasons live
crowded in a dark hold.
What is intended?
There are so many starting points.
Why don’t we know?
The world works without us
and could fail us
without further notice.
Who rolls the dice?
(Somebody knows something!)
Close your eyes,
what starts as a whisper
can become a sing-along and
the pattern of the certain
can feel divined.

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Poem

Perspective

We are small in bodies
that sculpt perception
with the clay of memory.

We cannot look around the corner.
Mismeasure is our ken,
improvisation our best hope.

God enjoys full presence
and cannot be surprised.
God will never get a joke.

Somehow that makes me feel better.



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