getting up
how soon do we become aware of things
and how
and why
the beauty of the day
silence upon waking
stretching on
our own
or because we’ve seen others do it
rise
with enough sense to rise
the wildness of dreams
subside
settle into
enough transition
to
realize we’re here
and assemble where is here
and what
should we be
doing
now
into consciousness
and the world might lead us first
into it
traffic noise
anxiety from what rooted
before sleep
maybe a long before
tasks
to accomplish
subjects for counselors
whatever
might be going through
when all aspects and talents need take over
one part by another
in groups or altogether
we came to life
the mystery
as
well as the amazement
into today
and the hours as we unfold them
into
all the moments we might
try
to plan and
what shall happen
anyway
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more existential than I meant—it was more simply a pretty day at first, now grayed over
photo by Ashlee Marie on Unsplash
“Heavenly Blue” morning glory
Oxdrift, Kenora, Unorganized, Canada
(x = space)
x
x
Woden’s Day
x
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes I just sits
—Satchel Paige
x
Maybe a half-blind god
Is what we need
x
It’s been a quiet
Afternoon, mostly
I mean, the cars have
To go by, though
There haven’t been so
Many and somehow
A blue sky with white
Clouds tampers everything
If only in the mind
x
I’m trying to write,
And it’s not going badly
(though much of that
is left up to you at last)
Though I’ve said that
I’m not sure what
To put down next
It is a process, isn’t it?
A balance between casting
‘Round and thinking
Considering what breaks
The heart with enough
Reason so that
Someone else might understand
Maybe not so much with mind
But with the other
Sensing parts, the ones that
Must interpret the world
Around, deciding how to act
Right before its time
x
Take a breath
The sky remains blue, even
Though the afternoon
Light is slanting a little more
Toward twilight
x
We haven’t looked
The other way
God is still with us with
One eyes or two eyes
With who knows
How many fingers
To make or toes to walk
Among us;
We’ve taken a few specs
Of time to be somewhere
Else for a while,
A place where we don’t
Have to count
With the nation and the world
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Photo by Will Paterson on Unsplash
DL8 2PS, Bedale, United Kingdom
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Cosmology
(who we are, materially)
I look away
Not always with my eyes
And I think
I cannot see my thought
I cannot see yours
Though I might fancy
In the expression of your
Eyes, your face, your
Body lines
That I know something about
What’s going on inside
Of you
And if you want something
(Hopefully good) from
Me
And I can become
Frustrated knowing that the
Container of my thoughts
Is simply this body
Nothing more
How do we get together
How do I get myself
Over to you
Maybe I don’t
At least not for now
Somehow electric thought
Remains inside flesh
And form, which
Move if my synapses
Are moving
For the better day
When we can do better
Than this to have,
To hold each other
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