Clarity Comes in Waves

Clarity Comes in Waves

 

There's no use looking too closely,

You're looking for it, so,

you know it will appear.

Maybe not today, and not yesterday,

but because you are looking,

it will appear.

Everything you imagine,

is happening.

Maybe not here, or to you, or your love,

But, you thought it

and it becomes.

Maybe the clouds just arrive

in clumps of endless gauzy skyfulls.

Molecules of ideas, thoughts, and possible tomorrows,

percolated essences of sentient evaporations.

Droplets fall into gravity.

You look in the mirror 

for a way to defy the pull.

But clarity comes in waves.

And by counting the waves breaking over the rocks

Instead of finding the pause,

you feel the force of each passing year,

everything happens,

you see it all,

so let go.

.

This Little Dance

This little dance,

A small song,

A short breath,

With limited sight.

This little life,

Its small spin,

And short days,

With extended nights.

A Game of Cat's

Isn't it perfect that 

life is just a stream of X's and O's?

Each one blocking out the other as they go.

..

Doesn't it just makes sense 

that all that we see in front of us are 

cancellations, one after the other?

..

It's a string of blackout-poetry, 

and we didn't know that all the words we obscured 

and covered up contained the original meaning of life.

..

Haven't you wondered if it was true 

that who you are is just replaced 

moment by moment with someone else?

..

And this abstract version of things 

that you're trying to understand is just 

an infuriating game of cat's

that no one seems to be able to win.

Words that Confuse Time and Fall Off Pages

Where do the words come from?

As they slip 

and lisp from 

deep places 

and twist into sounds.

As they arise from 

inhabited thoughts 

that are illusions and 

illusive interruptions 

of space. 

And they have 

the capacity 

to bite and cut 

and jab into 

soft fleshy realities, 

while multiplying 

and propagating 

into overpopulated emotions 

and anxious breaths. 

What are words

but outbreaks of 

viruses that contaminate, 

confuse and 

consume time 

with their prolific 

verses and stanzas. 

Their offspring 

committing suicides by 

falling off pages 

too small 

to 

contain 

them.