Waiting to be Found
How many children are like spare change
Lost wherever guardians rested
Valued only when someone digs deep
Between the cushions of safety and horrors
Of cough drops, tissues, decaying food
Of violence and poverty and pain
To be found and pulled from oblivion
And with a bit of shine, to be a value
To be exchanged for sweetness
Of ideas of survival, of nobleness
Of humanity and inspiration
For those of us who never
Knew the pangs of being lost
The Morning Commute
Each morning they make the commute
From nesting lands toward the rising sun
Shining in their eyes and warming
Thousands of them
With their squeaks and squawks
Each and all protesting the commute
Or sharing their thoughts on breakfast
As part of their morning ritual
Only to do it all over again in reverse
Toward a setting sun
With the glory of a day being done
Still protesting their commute
Or telling of the day’s wins
As they squeak and squawk their way home
Just to do it all again, tomorrow.
Lady Time
The sinews of life can seem brittle
And Time she is short and maybe a little
Annoyed with those of us
Who curry favor and fuss
About getting somewhere, being done
That we fail to appreciate, while on a run
That we are using her up, willing her speed
Until we no longer have this very need
And we find our place on the porch
Telling stories of carrying the torch
The chair cackling laughter in rhythm time
At our desires to slow, and pace our mind
So, she may choose to be a little unkind
If we have asked too much of Lady Time
Our New Day
Yesterday, my spirit was lifted
Not only by a leader
Not by the words said
Not by the glorious hope of a poet
Not by humanity we should expect of politicians
But rather the strength of our institutions
The strength of We the People
Whose will was not denied
Whose fair and wise voice
Was heard in the halls of our Capitol
Over the stain of slander
Over the crimes of the misled
For we survived the test
For we are stronger and more resolved
And we will overcome
All challenges that stand in our way
We the American People
In our New Day
Something New
She gives a sideways glance
As she said, oh yes
To the inquiry of slumbering well
For that was then and this is now
The present and near future matter,
Not the transition to now
For the rest of sleep is a given
Unappreciated when young
But the moment of today is alive
Dreams are something of hope
Not things of memories
Easily forgotten in their purpose
Rather then the purpose of future
With the connections today
With the need of freshness
And so the question seemed
Ridiculous and obvious the
Answer, if one only knew
How to retain the view
And youthful purpose
Of every day is something new.
The Dance of Two (2)
One is so stiff and very formal
Thinking it is correct and normal
The other is just another one
Along because it might be fun
Together when the music plays
Something stirs in strange ways
And one and one becomes two
But not as simply me and you
It is a wholly a number of its own
With grace of a bow now shown
With not much more than a look
Reading each other like a book
Movement in synchronicity numerical pairing
While other less handsome digits are staring
At the beauty of the melodious dance of two
That’s more than just me plus you
It is our past that informs us of who we are,
It is the present that gives the opportunity to be our best,
And the future that guides our purpose.
Dragon
A dragon can burn down the door
What box would hold, so we could ignore
Grand legends of the distant time
That play in present state of mind
No matter where we go
No matter what we know
The ever present dragon has a say
Over resolutions made today
Over lock and key
So we seek its polite consent
To slumber in quiet content
Behind lock and key
So Long Twenty-Twenty
Goodbye challenging and wreck of a year
As you leave, everyone is sure to cheer
Leave and take away your terrible disease
And leave us in peace, breathing without wheeze
Take away your politically ugly useless discourse
And we’ll work our problems without remorse
Take away your economic ruin and hurt
And leave on our backs at least a shirt
Mostly just leave us and never return
Leaving us the hard-lessons we’ve learn
And we will do our most to make twenty-twenty-one
A year of happiness for everyone under the sun
Happy New Year!
Oh
angel
spreading wings
over this Christmas
tree listen to supplications
of our love and hope for everyone
for this to be the beginning of another
time when we can truly say that we have
become what the child born to all of us would have
us be, in joy and happiness a kinder more forgiving world
so that peace will reign and forever remain like this evergreen
and
this
child
within us!