SONG BREEZE©

NO SURPRISE

every day I plow here

this field is so large

maybe it sounds not so interesting

plowing and plowing

I just watch what I'm doing

birds fly overhead

flying is like plowing

not a field of dreams

STOP ME

IF YOU'VE HEARD THIS ONE

I'm going to live forever

so far I have

haven't you?

give me a thousand year pill and I will take it

happily

maybe for some mortality gives meaning to life

ah, the inequity of it

but I will not adopt anyone else's insanity

let's course on together

this repeat performance

though not the last

will have the longest run

who knows what dying really is

those who could say aren't speaking

who knows how or why we age

what happens between the fountain of a two year old

and grey haired rigor mortis

life is good, a miracle

given the unfathomable vastness of this universe

flowers, bees and buffaloes share it

untouchables also with unfavorable skin

backwater circumstances

oh, but they deserve it!

justifying social inequity

or backwater DNA

inequity is heritable, indeed

as the twig is bent, so the backs of slaves

the crux:

who defines insanity?

tell me

where does anyone begin

considering the womb is ancient history

who made your father's semen

your mother's egg

we've just begun

we're not a mistake

get with the program, and oh

by the way

it can't be stopped

SQUEAKY BREEZE

my shingle hangs on a peach tree

Susan gives Rosie her thyroid pill

everyone settles in

it's all in the rhythm

how did this get started –

what shingle?

what tree?

an old tree?

no end of questions

without them, no faith in answers

which once produced yield more questions

all that changes

changes around what?

I cannot say

If I do, take down my shingle

but know what I mean

those things that change are interesting, indeed

worth a moment's attention

lest we slip

but let's return to the main question

all those changes lead to faith in what?

it seems impossible, hopeless

but the only thing is

to forget everything

perhaps frightening

or maybe a disappointment

to be left with

a moment before moments existed

that shingle squeaking in the breeze?

it never meant much

in fact it has fallen off

DRIFT

at some point the cause does not matter

a time comes when it cannot be ignored

but in the end . . .

a hospital bed, your own bedroom

death

is impersonal

here polite discussion ends

gang murders in Oakland net collateral damage

victims without connection

die

drones in Afghanistan net civilians

no argument will change the facts

they can be ignored

but they cannot

die

do we fear birth?

after the first death

end of Eden

we persisted, got breath and

birth conquered death

it was the end of the beginning

or as some might say

the beginning of the end

sand trickles slowly through the glass

birds sing

I scribble