…we
face instruments, our wintry saxophone, our midmorning trumpets: facing our
trouble, reciting our cadence, listening to self-talk: as gifted creatures,
warring our grounds, a bit passive-aggressive: our long showers, our bodies
communicating, our souls a bit silent: at doors looking, at internal
acrobatics, our spirits weighing our sanities: (but a flower whispering, but a
bee buzzing, but needed pollen and bones: to sift through troubles, to sing
with Jesus, to nibble upon existence: those mental rooms, this treasured
vestibule, this extensive hallway: our windows sit peacefully, our ceilings
mock gently, our crevices permit ants to irritate us: as men fathom, this life
of insistence, women fathom, this wealth of opportunity: if but this feeling,
needing interaction, removed at once by interference: as eager creatures,
longing for pasture, if but to return to something unsighted: our cups empty,
our warmth vacillating, our children sensing something intangible: those
deceased members, this half full horizon, our raspberry feelings): at
soul-passage, an open book, our margins scribbled with insights: our evening
soup, our turkey sandwich, our dreams with each bite: our sips noisy, our arms
resistant, as pushing our meal aside….
…it seems inconsequential, looking for blueberries, or musing upon
cartoons: such lenient topical(s), this day to sobriety, to sit gently: as
feeling inheritance, remembering keen souls, watching that inner cinema: our
hours at meddling, this medley of introspection, while needing to feel needed:
such ambivalent responses, to something ingratiated, while absence confuses our
constitutions: our minds absorbing, our homes with auras, our passion with
limitations: to recite a prayer, to fiddle a clarinet, to search while seated—our
days awaiting thunder, or conscious with waves, at an instant rising in chi: those paintings, speaking to existence,
capturing a tiny insistence: as feeling our lives, sorting through minutia,
roaming this private atmosphere: where doors open and voices chatter and we
snap into a peculiar creature: this mother for some, this father for others, or
this conglomerate of personalities: our ease with volume, our penchants with
silence, our smiles with consequences….
…our religious orientation, while walking into science, where millions
lose such religion: to meddle in spirits, to salute energies, to have for
experiences: those subtle nuances, or something beyond explanation, to arrive
later in life: this three sixty, our mother’s faith, our father’s measures,
while attempting to guide a young soul: such mystic exponentials, such fervor
in this soul, where mother is a bit concerned: our parts as playful, science,
religion, passion and our mental compass—while laughing at reasons, to find
with time, that someone was offended: our roots in Yahweh, or swans following
Tradition, or others at something a bit by beginnings: our stoic beings, this ascetic slant, as denying
comforts for something quite irregular: afforded college, those stern
professors, or that persuasive influence: our thoughts stimulated, our minds
and physiology, running through literature: those ramped questions, this inner
retreat, while studying this young soul: to admit to silence, to feed with
wonder, to wander this synaptic gap: our days fuller, our minds raving, while
admiring this young soul: those furious passions, this furious debate, as
searching libraries: to engender direction, as studying our constitution, as
driven by our office: to proffer an answer, to research legacies, to introduce
this young soul to vetted horizons: those little Buddha(s), those future
mystics, or this diehard atheist: this vessel chasing wisdom, gripping to
nothing, a bit drab and dreary: so filled with fire, so increasingly
deliberate, while chastising perceived falderal: this empirical magnet, this
charmer with facts, while totally moved by Love: this tangible/intangible
angst, this fever in midnight, our souls indentifying something akin to God:
those ramped intensities, this need for another human, our flowery language….
