April 2022 – Picking Up Roots

Where We Are

there are no heights 
to which we rise,
no depths
for us to sink to;
there is the middle plane,
where everything is
what it is:
the past has gone by -
impossible to change -
the future is unknown -
waiting to be lived -
we are here,
we are now,
this present
is perfect

Chasing the Moon

there's a life
I dream of leading
when I'm here:
          body on the brink of broken,
          spirit shaken,
          mind unable to create,
          one throbbing ache
          an open pain
I bleed for everyone,
so they won't bleed themselves -
the thought of helping
a small salve on the wounds -

I see this dream clearly,
as I see the light in your eyes,
I want to go there,
I want to take you,
but I am spent,
lacking the energy to chase dreams,
for now, 
I'll save a thought
for hope;
one day soon
I'll chase down the moon

Uncertain

no certainties in life
except that we shall die,
this inevitable end is enough -

I would fill my time with life,
with the actions that make me come alive -
not a second can be dead,
that comes later -

now I would feel
the depth of great love,
the hollow pain of terrible loss,
the warm embrace of the sun,
the piercing cold of dark winter,
the hope of a spring breeze -
now, I would be alive