In the most boring campground
I’ve ever been to in Colorado
Where designated sites are clustered
In unthoughtfully designed close proximity
Where sneezes are heard by tear drops,
Ridiculous tents and feature-rich RVs
Where there is no stream nor creek
Nor Mountain View
Even here
There is magic in the morning air
The horizontal sunbeams cast white golden
On portions of tree trunks and green pine clusters
Colliding bird songs
Join wind that sails wildly
Thousands of feet overhead
Here, even here
The inhale of fresh oxygen
Soothes my hardest to reach muscles
My brain ceases to problem solve
And I fully taste my coffee
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
little bags of temporary peace
theology, therapy, scientific explanation
holiness cannot be spoken into these hand bags
but-but
you can hear a gentle whisper
with an evening’s bird song
watching clouds for hours
when children play
but-but
you cannot seek this out
it is when the (moment / holy other / universe) chooses to present itself
and you are vulnerable enough to open your chest
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
Let us not wait!
For all this to be over
To return to normal (circa 2019)
When it’s not so difficult
Let us not wait!
To enjoy each other’s company
Phone calls used to last hours
And long form letters were an art form
Let us not wait!
To invent and create new
To live out old dreams in new forms
To grasp and create beauty
Let us not wait!
For life to be easier
For fears to subside
For tragedy to dissipate
There is a time to mourn
And the loss of life and livelihood
Has crushed with dense Fog
Of enormity, confusion, fear and loneliness
And in the Fog we must find our brothers
Pull them and ourselves to newly formed graces
Life requires living
And life finds a way (circa 1993-Jeff Goldblum)
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
don't call me unworthy that I'm not something else
my strengths are my flaws, you see that
let's list them, shall we?
too generous in negotiation
overly trusting, overtly gullible
giving the benefit of the doubt, freely
but you must see, a minuscule biological THING bumped the pendulum
and it swung wildly, early on
opening visibility into human potential
that souls are blind to themselves
you see their flaws so clearly
peering through a horse bridle
or night vision goggles
dampening all but bright-red heated flaws in 2D shallow depths
I understand your frustration
You have a job to do
And I am weeping through my beard
and belly-laughing for something they did twenty years before they died
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Friday is an ocean wave
Its break, escapeful way
Of losing ego's footing
To a fragile bracelet weave
Week's aspirations - crash! on rocks
Return to the cadence
With anxiety of the grave
Lost, to the immensity!
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
how confidently a retired businessman told me I was wrong
how my political views were uneducated, naive and off-base
strongly, then loudly, then in my face
I’m not one to spend my evenings this way, arguing-arguing
I don’t even argue with my wife or teenage sons
life is so short, energies must be spent elsewhere
but the businessman continued building his 95 theses against me
how he knew!
my skewed foundational beliefs, an ignoramus!
ever stronger and ever louder
and I did not respond, as I was not given an opportunity
and I stopped listening, as his face flushed with emotion
thinking how the businessman was lost
at some point, he may have
stopped setting his naked eye to the dark craters of the morning moon
forgotten the more humbling vantage points
that guide away from certainty’s comforts
sifting here and now and us and paint-smeared cloudscapes
un-comprehend
unlearn
and gain gratitude’s heart
wake with a smile from a secret source
embedded in predisposition
he has lost his kindness and wisdom
not because he is right or wrong
but because he has blinded himself, as many have
to the quickly found shallow world
so he put me in a category of folks he has encountered before
and I did the same to him
neither of us the wiser
until I stood up in front of him and walked away as he was still ranting
bending over to pet a very friendly dog
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Will that friend of mine come to my memorial?
Will my ashes fit in that cigar box?
Will my literature translate through pages to my great great great grandchildren?
Will anyone be as painfully aware of my persona?
Is there an unembarrassing solution to my questions?
Poor Walt, editing away at 1855 pure brilliance for the rest of his years
Decency derives from intense dimensions
And its such a mess
Such love and detest
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
cage match between
excitement
and sense of place
clothed in atmosphere
wrapped in the ***** I feel, I feel
sensation - wonderfully dizzying
in the gentle rocking of mother universe
the evening waves
the off-color tall grasses leaning back and forth
sipping a drink-drink
lined with the salt of the earth
permeating cells
toxins in body and mind start to leave
shoulders relax to softer tones
posture realigns to beauty
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC