SOW A LITTLE PRAYER
And a good rainy morning to the See-er
From a wary hairy scorning of a be-er
And a wish for prodigious progress
To move us favorably forward, lest
We cease to become the See-er and be-er
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NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK
From the darkness came the light
Big and bright to make the day
Small and slight to pierce the night
From the darkness came a way
To see the light, one’s own right
Without the darkness who would know
The difference light intends to show
Without the light who would see
That darkness might need to be
MY DEAREST C.,
As I sit in the sanctuary of this tree house at six-forty-five am in the mid autumn darkness of daylight savings time, typing and sipping a very hot medium roast of cocoa and subtle spice of Guatemala Antigua, softly and quietly illuminated by the candles in the window and the twinkle lights from the terrace, the grounds below invisible and the wood, beyond the bay window I am facing, but a mere phantom, I feel gratitude for this measurable measure of equanimity.
ROBERT’S RESERVATIONS
Getting to this place merely minutes ago, relieved , excited, enthusiastic, and extremely grateful, moving into it to the point of physical exhaustion and torn ligaments and aching bones, still filled with gratitude even though the aches and pains never go away, and struggling working most days as hard or harder in order to accrue the funds to maintain these quarters, with time elapsing at a velocity of rapidity impossible to measure, along with the difficulties of earning income, I have to ask myself if I am beginning to take this dwelling for granted. How do YOU measure a year?
AT A LOSS (or)
LOSING EVERYTHING AND MORE
Financially unable.
Physically unstable.
Can’t get it done,
Your number is one.
No subsidy.
No easement.
No Friday.
No Payment.
Standing alone,
No home of your own.
Disparity wound,
No riches to sound.
Your wealth; aberration,
As most of a nation.
Reward is a ghost.
Few hoard the most,
And never will host.
No need to mind,
The rest left behind.
They’ll lose theirs too,
In moments too few.
You’re ahead of the game.
The loss not so lame.
They’ll gnash and they’ll weep,
Over treasure unfit to keep.
You’ll stand alone,
Poor on your own.
Nothing to share,
Commanding less care.
Losing it now,
Will prepare you for how,
For all, not for some.
A matter of minutes to come
