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Wishing, and There’s a Horse
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It’s as if
The lower clouds
Muffle the sounds we make
Below
I don’t know if that’s the physics of it
Or simply a sensation
Only on the inside
A guess and a conclusion,
Based on wishful thinking
I hope it’s a good day for you
You deserve it
And it’s time
Because for now
(barring time travel
like the stories’)
Everything is forward,
And I want a forward day for you
Where is
All the opportunity
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The Trail
Who gets the good?
Who gets the bad?
We do at least in here
We have it for the asking
We ask it of ourselves
We ask providence for help
This much we get
One step and then the other
And we’re on our way
Toward a path we’ve chosen
And which, if
Covertly (this is grace
until revealed, sometimes
a surprise)
Will have chosen us
The good then selecting
The bad will make a claim as well
Spirits will mediate
Depending on tradition and
Our current habits
Stay the path being generally
Good advice
Ready to move,
Even to change course
Should that become
Necessary
(tricks or illusions)
Good will let us alter ways
When needed
Bad should like to keep us in a rut
Neither trail
Path or gap
Being easy
Though we can ask for help, again
That divinity would show us
More than allegory
(though allegory, too)
We’re talking choices for
The way
And on the way
It shouldn’t be guesswork
Maybe resorting to a text
Thoughts and insights should help
The kind that only hurt
Or serve single ambition might
Indicate the other
Finally, we’ll find elsewhere
That feels like home
Even if home
We never really had
Because it is
Nothing but strangeness and
Foreboding
Should a turn be wrong,
Which will be all right
Because we can turn again
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Photo by Alex Bertha on Unsplash
Around
You should have a good day
You deserve it
If it’s not today,
Keep it
In your pocket
Or your bag
Then pick a day
To bring out when you need it
Saying to yourself,
This is a good day for me
And there should be enough
For someone else
Share it
If only a wish
For that one to have
A good day, too
C L Couch
Image by Miguel Á. Padriñán from Pixabay
God Is, Briefly
Something short and pithy
About God
(who asks for this)
God is love, we know
And we say
God is great
God is good
(part of a common blessing in
the USA)
If God weren’t good
We wouldn’t want God
To be great
Caprice of gods
Belongs elsewhere
I’m not sure where
God is good
God is great
God is love
On this column
Rests so much
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After a Kind of Rain
There is hope
While there is good
We don’t even have to know
It’s more than half
We only need to catch a gleam
In the morass of kidnapped night
That better roles have
Abrogated
That was, I think, the war
In heaven
And if the hopeful glint
Is not in evidence
On the field or in a corner
In case our spirits are abducted, too
In the metaphor, we can close
Our eyes and in a better
Darkness recall
The light,
Which lifts the cause for metaphor
And story
More poetry, more narrative
We need more, we must have more
In case so much depends upon
By all means, this is not a call
For this
There is so much around
Barely a kick will stir it up from
Dulling dust
Or here’s a thought:
Create
Co-create
Strike an agreement with a muse
A long-term contract
Don’t worry
She awaits
With clarity even within
The rolls of night
Even before the end of
Stormy weather
Over one plain or another
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Fahad Hashmi – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=40357621
Lahore
A Little Hermeneutic for a Saturday Morning
(1 Corinthians 12:17)
If all were an eye
Which is a phrase I heard
(maybe in translation)
Then the body would have
Nothing else to do
Beyond looking
Sounds dull and
V R notwithstanding
Two-dimensional
Only when the body is all active
Is there interest and
Engagement with all the creation
That’s around us
And with the Genesis maker
We can say
(we have mouths)
That this is good
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By Edgar Degas – High Museum of Art, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=28897481
Scribbling Sensations
When I turn other things off,
I hear the air-conditioner hum with tiny teeth
I hear assurance from the fan beside my bed
I see the vertical textures in the lampshade of
The lamp that doesn’t work
I see a hat, purchased for walking, set cockeyed upon
The corner of a vintage-mirror frame
I feel soft touches as I type;
I hear the tapping of the keys upon the board,
Like Poe’s raven upon my chamber door
While my nose is in it, I smell and taste the coffee,
Hot enough for its vapor mildly to campaign
With warmth through my sinuses
I feel pain—more intense without distraction
I blink: I cannot hear it, though I know the upper lid
Has fallen on the lower (which will give a little)
and will rise and fall again
While other things are off,
I sense the world anew;
And, largely—like Genesis and Weldon Johnson’s
Work—I think it’s good
Rescue
The Coast Guard in alliance
With Texas Parks and Wildlife
Rescues six (among these, two
Children) from a sinking ship
Off the shore, out into the
Sea-like water, near Corpus
Christi (a city named for
A savior)
It happened—it really, really
Happened—and it will take
Place again
There is good news
And, somewhere near you
And me, there is good news
As well
Reading The Guardian
I like to read The Guardian
for an outside-USA perspective. (I
like the name, too.) But
today’s Monday-morning headlines
were, I swear, all grim. Even the global
climate accord received political, not
environmental, comment. The only
good news I read about was a promise
from a person not to litigate, not
to sue against unlawful (long and
tortuous) detention at Guantanamo.
I applaud, truly, this one’s
forgiving purpose. But that’s as good
as it got. A withholding of returning
punishment: the avoidance of bad
news from someone being better
than. And so
nothing more?
Why not?
It’s my fault. It’s yours. We must
do good, then do better than to allow
it to become good news. Then (others,
us) we must report the good
that happens, too. As an alternative,
a celebration, and exemplar for all.
I visited my friend in the hospital
just in time to take him home. My
neighbors have launched a mission
website to help the children with
Down’s Syndrome and those who
want the children to have
a child’s life.
There’s some good, becomes good
news. It’s small. Good news is often
small.
My small part as an example’s done.
So now,
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