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War of the Moment

“A poem about living in the now.”


The light coming out of this day is from one morning
Not the billion mornings before, but this one.
It’s hard for me to see just one sometimes.
Because I see stairs.
I see forests.
I see oceans and the piles of past.
It’s hard to count to just one
When there is two, three four.
But, today is one day.
It will start as creation,
a dream blooming from sleep

 

Because it is happening now –
Feel the fresh exhaust of the last trillion years pour into this minute.
Feel the future pull our blood forward.
Feel every pebble of oxygen bouncing in you…

 

Together, the minutes are falling one by one into pools
paddling as lost warriors into the distance..
But each has fought the war to get in line.
Each has waited for too long.

 

So break something.
Push the molecules where you stand.
Force fire to light some inspiration in your eye.
Make a minute worth that minute.
The past is gone.
But, the present is here in every ounce.

Free the Trees

“A poem about free will and convention in an arboreal setting.”


If I were the wind,
I would whip the clouds away,
until the trees asked for water
to unwind the skies
and let the rain roar down.

 

If I was a worm,
I would curl in a secret hole,
explore the brown deep,
and itch my back on the spine
of the rocky earth.

 

If I were the trees,
I would praise the clouds,
chat with the worms and birds,
and hope the humans
never want to break the root.

 

for the root is all,
for a tree that is.
Because the plans of a tree
do not exist, unlike
our plans for trees.

 

but a tree may still hope,
because a will is not hooked
to an intelligent brain,
but it is an automatic flair for life
to live and live more.

 

So before you dismiss the natural
tendencies of unbroken will,
please be wise to the design of words
like will, freedom, and life,
so all that lives has the will to be awake.

Gluten Glare

“I would like a poem about Gluten Intolerance. Please and thank you.”


Don’t glare at me.
I didn’t ask for this.
I asked for no gluten.
I’m not broken.
I don’t want to be fixed.

Feed me with real food
because I am a real person.
But, feed me carefully,
because all people break down,
and some things break me.