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The Start of Day

The Start of Day

 

You give this to me, Lord

These hours and these days

I don’t want to waste them

And I don’t want the world to

Define waste for me

 

It is wasteful and so earns

Skepticism regarding definitions

Careless with money

Food (forty percent in the USA)

Relationships

With nature and each other

 

Yes, I’m of the world, too

And so don’t escape conviction

But there is a conviction

And conviction

We can do better

I can

 

How does it begin—why,

I think with wasting time

 

Being still,

At rest and listening

Tempering what I hear with

The community I trust

So many things start right

This way

 

The Pietists had it right

Listen for revelation

It will come

It won’t be crazy

If it is,

Your good friends will tell you

Then listen to them

 

C L Couch

 

 

A clear description of Pietism is found in Understanding Pietism by Dale W. Brown.

 

(image)

http://www.photogen.com/free-photos/free-stock-photo-564/

Photogen.com

 

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I Touched the Moon Rock, Too

I Touched the Moon Rock, Too

 

Memory is funny

And I know you know that

I saw the Hope Diamond

It was small

Though small is relative to an elephant

Also the Mona Lisa

Small from its perspective, too

I saw Mount Rushmore from a distance

It was better in the movies

I’ve seen two oceans of the seven

Should there be seven seas

(and oceans do the counting)

I’ve visited, how many now,

Maybe four of the Great Lakes

Though two might been at a meeting

Place—and I don’t have to tell you

(do I)

That they are great

 

One day when I was in Washington, D.C., again

I saw the huge flag

And it is enormous

The one with the upside-down V sewn on

Fear of victory?

The shape of something torn that happened?

And there it was, a moon rock

I swear I got to touch it

 

And all this comes to mind

Because I just heard Mister Wildman

Say it was so

 

C L Couch

 

 

note(s)

 

it turns out I’m sending up the Smithsonian Museums, Mysteries at the Museum, and big things elsewhere in the USA

 

Wknight94 talk – Own work

Lunar Olivine Basalt 15555 sample collected from the moon by the Apollo 15 mission, at station 9A on the rim of Hadley Rille. It was formed around 3.3 billion years ago. On display in the National Museum of Natural History.

Olivine basalt collected by the crew of Apollo 15.

(image via) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rock

 

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The Act of Reading

The Act of Reading

 

It’s amazing how

Letters on the page

Keep us going

How the, which has little

Meaning, is essential

 

I look at the page, and

It matters

You find me there, too

And everyone who

Has meant something to you

And me

 

However it’s configured

Nowadays,

We go to words on pages

And they matter

The secrets of all time and space

Are there

The words wait

Like magic spells

Invocations standing by

 

Turn to them

Whether paper or electrons

Our salvation waits

And other stories

 

C L Couch

 

 

title by Wolgang Iser, The Act of Reading: A Theory of Aesthetic Response

 

image in the public domain

 

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El Año Pasado

 

El Año Pasado

(20 Septiembre 2018)

 

It’s a year since Maria

Wrecked into Puerto Rico

I don’t know what to say

Since I don’t make policy, and

No one has dropped funds on

Me to make things better

My widow’s mite went to Ciencia PR

A group of scientists and learners

That persists

 

They love discovery and invention

And are of many kinds and ages

Affirming the timelessness of

Method, observation, and synthetic

(in terms of reasoning)

Progress

Someday someone here might save us

I shouldn’t be surprised

 

Though I wonder how they were ignored

In their hours

Might be subsumed by the privileged

Who will all of a sudden say

We’ve been behind these saviors

All the way

(and how far behind is that?)

 

Well, I can still remit my pittances

And pray for everyone bilingually

I studied that much in school

And feel ashamed for mine who

Will do nothing

Believing the corrupted lie

That all is well

Look at us

We are so good

Perdónanos

Nuestros pecados

Y en olvidarse

Ustedes

Su vida y su esperanza

Hope or expectation

 

C L Couch

 

note

(don’t worry, it’s only college Spanish;

I’m sure I made many mistakes)

Perdóname para estos)

 

 

facebook.com/cienciapr/

 

ciencia pr logo

 

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A Holiday Carrel

A Holiday Carrel

 

Stacks of books

I’m moving them around

And culling some

To say I have too many is

To understate

They have meaning inside

Also understates

They have meaning on the outside, too

Color, texture, haptic sensations

Simply looking

Reminders that the world

Is bigger than the walls

That freedom is intentional

It takes a process

To be published

 

C L Couch

 

 

Bibliomania

Di tabaluga – Opera propria, GPL, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5800206

Da Wikipedia, l’enciclopedia libera.

 

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Signing Petitions

Signing Petitions

 

It was about prayer

Something I was thinking while

Nodding off

(officially, I’m trying to learn napping)

Prayer can be done in any stance, I think

(for instance, the entry into dozing)

Standing, sitting, kneeling, even

Prostrate

For we see the nuns and monks do this

And others in obeisance

Maybe the positions are for us

Appealing to ourselves

A signal to our peers

A sign of intent

 

What do we need to concentrate,

What makes a prayer a prayer?

It might be focus

It might be lining up the body to have this

To promise it

But can’t we pray on the fly?

In an instant, while we must be doing something else

A prayer sounding

Off the cuff in an

Emergency

 

Like a child who baptizes someone

In a dire situation

It counts

The books must record it happened in

This way

 

So prayer matters

In whatever way

Whichever muscles might be

Angled here or there

Sometimes we can’t apologize enough

Sometimes we can’t apologize at all

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Bill Kuykendall, Photographer (NARA record: 2708009) – U.S. National Archives and Records Administration, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17118564

 

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Dance Fever

Dance Fever

 

Exhale

Breathing’s good

I’m in favor of it

Sometimes it’s hard

That’s the heart disease,

I guess,

And maybe something more

Una poca de grácia

Y una cosita más

That’s the secret of

“La Bamba”

Hardly the lesson for some difficulty in

Drawing breath

Unless

It’s a cure

We dance with fervor, even fever

The world pushes air into our lungs

We breathe, regardless

And everything improves

 

The secret of the life is dance

The healthy life

I hope that counts in thought

I could waltz

But hardly tarantella

 

Dancing in the brain

A different kind of falling

And without romance

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Tarekheikal – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=55507993

 

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Looking

Looking

(not with eyes)

 

I’m sure we’ll be all right

No compelling reason

Faith, I guess

Measures of hope and hope for grace

In faith, these are promises,

 

Which on a tired, hungry morning

Sore and cynical

Do not win over, easily

For anyone

But there’s optimism in that, too

Tolerance unearned

Shame assuaged

 

Should take more strength than I have

You might be tired, too

But the next hour will arrive

Without us

We can’t make everything happen,

Thank goodness

Though we can do this much

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Poupig – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20853200

 

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Green Room

Green Room

 

It’s after nine o’clock

Not in a bar with smoky music

But in the morning

And I’ve barely slept

I hear when we age, we don’t need

So much

But that is not an anodyne for me

 

What is it that keeps us going

What is it that gives us pause for rest

Then takes that peace away

Pain and guilt

I can guess other things

Or is it that

During the day, there wasn’t enough running

Playing tag

Kicking the can

Hiding or seeking

 

Children can wear themselves out

I used to take part in that

I never thought about expenditure of energy

I wasn’t winded

The greater fear was being bored

And I wasn’t

 

But for all the contradictions

For the paradox that grown-up rest is cardinal

When grown-up style renders everything

Self-conscious

With affronts to dignity

All around

 

We reserve our steps

Then start to count them

We want to measure everything

In that is prognosis

For a life of balance

 

Well, I’ll try again tonight

Maybe earlier

Maybe without a marker

About how much time is good

 

Maybe I’ll dream about not

What is catching up to me

But what is on the caliper

Something new, even if it’s unrehearsed

Ready nonetheless

To take center stage under the lights

 

C L Couch

 

 

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