A dolphin swimming along side
turning to look at us curiously
as we are looking back, within each
other’s world and beyond each
other’s world.

Understanding intelligence as
we witness it, in the way we look
at one another, the way we consider
the other’s world and yet we fail
understanding one another’s world.

And so we look at each other
across a great divide we’ve built
across our world, a wall of
indifference built by ignorance,
fear and for the benefit of those
who benefit in the divide.

We lack the simple curiosity
to wonder what it must be like
to live in a world more evenly
shared in love and respect
of each other’s needs and
for the benefit of all.

Like birds flying together
one ahead, one behind
then they switch in perfect
cooperation and easy
coordination.

Going somewhere, maybe
or just going nowhere,
it doesn’t matter.
There’s grace and joy
learned or practiced?

Catch a game with no
winner, just cooperation.
Learned as parent plays
with child, fumbling through
to the joy of achievement.

Through the years, an
extended handshake as
toss and catch of ball
or disc is a game of
skill and cooperation.

Playing catch with grace,
forever as friends, as
extension of social
contracts and simple joy
of something done well.

Everyone a winner!

I woke at the usual time
I’m very regular this way.
But the clock said it was
later.  For some reason,
us humans have to tell
nature what time it is.

To be sure, the concept is
vital in rendezvouses
of two or more to a place,
for trains, and planes,
or the theater or school’s
start and joyful end.

It is brilliant actually,
for we are a social
species, and yet so
to are herds, flocks, pods,
and tribes and troops,
cooperating as they must.

But just to prove our human
cleverness, we adjust time
to reflect our planet’s tilt
during its journey around
the Sun, for afterall, we are
stunningly anal this way…

While fooling only ourselves.

There’s scaffolding constructed
to create the facade of our temple,
the establishment of our legend.
Making our hovel, something
elaborate, decorous and protected.

Constructed with words and
stories, and categories,  I am,
I’ve done, in my time, and place, 
to display and disguise as the
case may be… our very selves.

To fit our simple lives into a
legend we may want to read
about, to fit words and time
construct, and memories
we built brick by brick.

If we are lucky, we do not
brick-over windows so we
have light, and air to breathe.
As we try to remember just
what we had hoped to build.

Sometimes there’s nothing
but the birds singing to the sunrise.
Sometimes there’s nothing
but the hum of machinery in distance.
Sometimes there are no words
to fill the space between the margins.
Sometimes there are no words
for festooning of ideas floating by and by.
Sometimes there are no ideas
which present themselves in a lyrical way.
Sometimes there’s no idea
how this time in quiet is so fleeting.
Sometimes it’s good, just then
to remember how fortunate we are.

Shave a little here,
a little less right there.
Save money and give
them something they
think they want, there’s
so many of them, there’s
so much profit to be made…
they will never know.

But Mother Earth is watching.
Thinking what fools they must be.
What short profits can make of me.
For when I shake my hips as I do,
they will be made to pay and it will
be unfair and ugly and I will leave
a scar unto you, for you
failed to respect me.

And the sirens will wail as the
walls come crashing in,
and the heroes will rush to save
those who can be saved, and those
who can’t will pay the price of
profit’s greed, and it will not be fair,
it will never be fair, for how could
it be anything but a tragedy.

As Mother Earth straightens the
wrinkles of her dress, spinning
to her own music, with no sorrow,
no remorse, for she is who she is,
compellingly beautiful and often
deadly, and she will be respected,
she will keep her own counsel
on when and how, and where
she will be heard!

Crazy or normal is the stated choice
but which is which is untold and
left for us to decide….

Are conspiracies and grievances
and anti-wokeness,  of which
we don’t really understand
normal?

Is governance in the interest of the
people, giving help to those who
need it, and ensuring fair share of
costs crazy?

If so, then, Sarah just call me Crazy!!

And a cold wind blows
but no-one really knows
how it may change us yet
turning away so we forget
the bite the wind may hold
and the sorrows it has told
for long and painful years
freezing mothers’ tears.

And we look away as best
we can, or impugn them lest
we would feel what they feel
and it would be painfully real.
And it is for us in dubious denial
it could not be our problem or fail
when it is but slim fortune and fate
by which we avoid such a sorry state.

Foolish following of a fawning fool,
Acerbic, acrimonious, and alien
Rabid, rotund, rancid racist
Tantrum throwing terrible tool.

Trump, terrorizing and treasonous
Running rueful Republican rabble
Unhinged, unamerican, uneducated,
Malignant, misogynistic, miserable
Pompous, preening Putin puppy.

Thought I’d play around with Alliteration for fun… 

Maybe we are all Frankensteins
creating our own monsters,
engaging technology to be
more than we otherwise would be
to gain more than we are owed.

Inventing ourselves as something new,
but inescapably missing something,
something of the soul,
something of the heart,
and thus we fail to love this new creature.

There is ugliness in the new us,
and in the world for which we
toil in self-invention, as we
see it turning around only
us, the narrator of our story.

Redemption is possible with empathy,
and love, and the practiced art of seeing
the world as tangential to ourselves.
The accident which is making us late
Is something far worse for the injured.

The world turns with or without us,
the time is not for me, it is for everyone.
We may choose to be part of a great love story,
the actors most beloved for the love-shared,
rather than the lonely narrator of a horror story.