There's something to be said
about climbing a mountain-
the calmness,
one-ness (if that's a word)
the mindful majestic solitary sensation,
meditating at the top,
(for however long it takes)
climbing down calm,
knowing yourself better
than you ever did before,
content, confident,
and ready to face the world...

Feeling down
Looking up
A man cries "What's left?!"
Hears a voice
In the air
Ghostly
Saying Softly, Solely: "Right..."
The man turns
Hopeful
Journeys toward the light
Busted bones
Says a prayer
And dies later
In the night...

Inconspicuous day

We gather in greatness (a meeting of many)

I sit with
Poets and painters and prophets alike

        casual and comfortable
                          surreal and social

We talk about
               methods and theories (fundamentals of frequencies)

And we talk about
               dreams and desires (delving in depth)

And we talk about
              the present and the future (conceptual credences)
                         And let us not forget the past...

We, the artists, united, bound together
                    By lucidity, like minds, creative
                                         I list, list, listen to voices

I hear conversations about
           life and living

I hear conversations about
           songs and singing

I hear conversations about
           painters painting

I hear conversations about
           love and loving

I form limericks in my mind, (mindless, whimsical)

And I am think, think, thinking

Thoughts and ideas gather and dissipate

I transliterate the ideas of others

I sense complexity thrilling, (thrilling complexities)

And then suddenly, its quiet...

I was at the post office the other day,
mailing off some letters,
waiting in line (patiently waiting),
when I see an elderly woman walk in.

Grey haired, wrinkled skin, hunched over, cane in hand,
walking, walking slowly, the world, run, run, running around her
at what must have seemed like to her, 1000 miles per hour.

She was having an some kind of issue with her post office box key,
i overheard, it wouldn't fit in her post office box,
and she wanted the postal worker to help her

They kind of shrugged her off like she was a senile old kook, snickering behind her back.

I finally got thru the line, and met the woman in the lobby by the post office boxes.

    "Ma'am, do you need help with your mailbox?" I asked, concerned.
    
    "They told me it should work now. They said there was mail blocking it."
    
    "Which one is it? Let's see if we can get it to open" I said,
taking the key, I inserted it, but it wouldn't work.
    
    "Are you sure this is the right box?
    
    "Yes", she said, "they said there was mail blocking it."

    "Then are you sure this is the right key? Look, i can insert it into any of these other boxes,
and it still won't turn. So its either the wrong box, or the wrong key."

I felt sorry for the woman.
I wondered if she understood.
She seemed disoriented, confused.

She took the key,
and brought it closer to her eyes,
examining it,
studying it,
realizing

    "I must have brought my husbands key by mistake. He's passed away..."

I didn't know what to say, I felt so bad for her.

    "I miss him so much..." she said, key in hand, rubbing it between her thumb and index finger.
    
    "I'm sorry." What was i supposed to say at that point?
    
    "Oh well," she said, "one day chicken, next day feathers. God bless you for trying to help me."

what a beautiful
waste of time
she was

she was
my weakness
(i've had a few)

desirable and delightful
my willingness to concede
to reason
to rationality

for a chance
to dance
for a little while
in the dark

and for a little while
i lost myself

the voice on the other end of the phone-
-her voice, **** and seductive, whispering, she said,

"come..
sleep with me...
lets fall asleep in each others arms,
and wake up in the morning
with the silliest grins on our faces
knowing, finally knowing,
what it feels like
to be crazy in love with each other..."

i remember the morning after
though its been quite awhile
and she was definitely right
she had the most beautiful smile
as did i...