a little chappy-book of poems
Anyday Fog
Fog
Fog today
A Dickensian lesson
(get started
on Bleak House)
To know
That like the existence
And the movement of the fog
There is connection
Between all of us
Regardless of economy
Or privilege
Or barriers
Presumed
That as far as the single race goes on
Do not stand
Aloof
We are connected
That is the way of things
Do not forget
But relish in it
The reality
And all the possibilities
Together
Or stay apart
Behind our barriers
So-called
To let the fog move
Inimically
Exuding fear and guilt
As we forbid ourselves from
Seeing
(without eyes)
And acknowledging each other
The fog connection
Irony
For there it is
Well
Then let
The better lesson of
The real thing
To a greater thing
Take over
All our humanhood
That should lower unnecessary things
In the way
Then let in
The light
(more than light)
Too Easy
Blindness
Blindness chosen
Not the sense
But the lifestyle
Even
A cause
That in the dark
We shall strike
And have our way
Forgetting
(among other things)
The anthologized
“Dover Beach” that
First-year students
Are foisted
To read
With the “ignorant armies”
In the night
That clash
Who wins
Who loses
No one knows
Except that blows are struck
And there is wounding
And humanity destroyed
By degree
Those who are blind
For real
Know the sacrifice
And the ridiculousness
In selecting darkness as
The quality
For sight
And shall we choose
To be ignorant of each other
Shall we fight
From distances too great
To know much beyond
The switch
Or the button
We could draw near each other
Rather
Withholding our destroying
Part
To leave the great part
Of curiosity
And even peace
Let go
Learn who is my neighbor
On the planet
How might the Earth do better
If we re-trained ourselves
For nature
The greater challenge
To
Like military
Pull back the extremes
To repair
Then prepare
For what’s next
To know
Who is next door
Not to pry
Or lord
Or anything overlording
Or pervasive
To learn each other
As we are
Even the agendas
Learning how to speak
To listen more
And to understand
(lessons in language
might be
the first thing)
Allowing curiosity
To be positive regard
Respect
The better agenda
Knowing which virtues to use
To influence
And which to use to
Be changed by
As we grow
In and with
Those we have relegated to
The other
As an objective distinction
(no such thing)
To render targets
Rather
Than people
Simply put
Do not destroy the world
That’s rather stupid
But put down the guns
(the buttons and the switches)
Find food
And drink
And other fixing things
With which
To approach
Nourish
And give the world
What is the real
Fighting chance
Family Game Night
(we can do it)
No one wins
No one loses
Leave that to
Real games
And remember to embrace
Congratulate
Game-winners
While in the world
We do better
With nothing like a game
At stake
But how we live
Together
Make enough
The base for everyone
Then all we reach for
After that
In other words
Feed everyone
Because
We can do it
(Rosie
says
we can)
Provide everyone
With something safe
To drink
Shelter and the opportunity
For education
Of ourselves
And the world
The unpeated past
The glories in the present
(let science say
amen)
Maybe
Remembering
The God who made
Everything
Is waiting
Withholding Armageddon
‘Til there’s faith
In the outcome
For those who choose
To care
And believe
In the world
And the living
Selves
And neighbors
It’s simply
Really
Embrace good
Eschew evil
Learning the two
More how to build
Rather than
Destroy
It’s easy
Each can prosper
After all are well
In fact
Prosperity
Will grow
While all are fed
And drinked
Have shelter
And the means
For education
Will the problems end
No way
But we’ll have a go
With advancements and
With possibilities
Which is
The world growing
Which is how it was
And how
It should be
By us
Eden
With the walls let down
The best Eden we can make
Yes
For billions
Living well
And each other
Has a chance
To go from there
To growth
To gold
Whatever might seem good
Without extremes
Of anarchy or monarchy
Rule one by one
And by assembly
Which is how
The world’s growing
(at its best)
Anyway
Grow on
Absent Lion
(not that there’s climate change)
Well
Winter’s MidAtlantic
Ended
Seventy
In western parts
So where’s
The lion
Seems not
To have arrived
There’s always
Aslan
For always good
A sign
Of faithfulness
And power
In faithfulness
There are other lions
Some as
Metaphors
Others in fact
Don’t go
To meet upfront
The real ones
For their strength
Is in
Predation
It’s the qualities
And made-up stuff
That make
The lion
Useful
(leave the real ones
out there)
As we can make
The lamb
Render its own qualities
For our own good
And at least
In these parts
Earlier
In March
What’s Blue Is Blue
Maybe this is all
I can do
For now
Write against the blue
Until
The retinas
And other parts can’t take it
Then leave
The machine alone
And even
Wonder
How we do this
All
The time
Go see
The eye doctor
Maybe she
Will know
What is healthy
What is useful
What is
Disciplined
For health and
Productivity
To ease the headaches
And the
Stress
Maybe from blues
Though maybe
I need to play the blues
C L Couch
Photo by Vestfoldmuseene on Unsplash
(x = space)
x
x
Monday Possibilities
x
God is love
God is a spirit
God is a lion
Too
And a rock
x
Not a rock
Though we might paint
“Jesus Saves”
On one
x
There was such a place
I was ridden by
Then drove by
While I was growing up
x
A rock
Next to a pool
A stream
Some kind of moving water
Because
The place looked dark and fresh
x
“Jesus Saves”
Why
Yes
He does
God who is that spirit
And that love
Even a lion
Helps to make it so
x
There is a trinity
A kind of multiplicity
Who knows how
Wide the
Godhead
In all the dimensions
When day by day
In all our wandering
We know barely more
Than three
x
A kind of multiplicity
Is God
That made the rock
And made the paint
(though did not sell it
though somebody
could)
But doesn’t sleep
xxxxxThat’s energy
xxxxxInside the Earth
xxxxxAwaiting
x
I guess it’s Monday
I’m thinking about
The possibilities
While I have mean neighbors
But friendly faces
In my life
To recall
At will
And call with real immanence
As well
x
Where is the lion
But in a free place
Offering
(a big paw)
An invitation
For us
There
x
C L Couch
x
x
A statue on display in the Grand Egyptian Museum.
x
(x = space)
x
x
Without Further Ado
x
I’d like to say something
About God
Not because God needs me to
God is a spirit
God is love
These are not original things
To say
God is a lion,
The lion of Judah
Also nothing new
Though rather wondrous
God is mine
And also God is waiting
Though I think
We tend to think
That it’s the other way around
x
That we wait for God
And once God arrives,
We wait on God
Sometimes the waiting
Either kind
Is cheery
Sometimes it’s not
We wait for God to relieve us
Either of comfort or
Responsibility
We wait for answers
To a local hell
That breaks our spirits
As the ground
Might break
Near a volcano
Or as a sinkhole
(we have sinkholes where
I live)
x
Then to have God appear
To speak
Or touch on our hearts
But we will not serve
(that kind of waiting)
Because things have been too awful,
Thank you very much
How about
You serve me for a while,
x
Which will happen
God will serve
God serves,
In fact,
To have made everything
To arrange for energy
In nature
To bring light and dark
Rain and sun
Snow in winter
Water steaming off leaves
In summer
(or all the time in tropics)
Maybe there is nothing more
God will want to do
x
And yet I think
God is not only creator
But newly-creating
And creative
Explain the platypus
Or bird-of-paradise
Or human will
With the lack of it
Everywhere else
In nature
x
God is many things,
Which might mean
Always new
Nearby a platypus
In grace
x
C L Couch
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John 4:24, 1 John 4:3, Revelation 5:5
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Istanbul sky from September 2005.
Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash
Istanbul Sky, Istanbul, Turkey
Published on June 6, 2019
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Stuff of Life
I should say something about love
Because I know
Nothing special
You can read the book as well as I
Write in the margins
Receive advice from those
Who live it closer
It’s not a single set
There are swords as well as feathers
Lions and sheep
Living near each other off the page
In a vision manifest
Somewhere for real
For now, nature’s what it is
While we borrow from it flesh and blood and bone
Muscles protecting organs
That will work on and off for a while
Is there love in this?
I think so
Gifts of Earth
Set in motion long ago
With us, we with it, for a time
And we hope longer
An existentialist should have her way
This moment, this now
We can count on this
Live on it
Not for wages
But for the working of those organs
As the gift of now
Unbroken moment without contract
Though gratitude would be appropriate
And spices all the rest
C L Couch
Photo by Andy Holmes on Unsplash
In Aslan’s Country
(https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-46014463)
I don’t understand
I guess I don’t need to—
Not for mourning
Not for counting
Not for asking
A new plane crashes into the ocean
No survivors
One missed the flight for traffic
Or other ordinary reason
I imagine there are some who made it
And were considering their luck
Half a world away
Right now feels like home
Not an issue
Except that God is watching from
A breaking place
C L Couch
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