Driving a Human Chevy

Many are fond of saying
that nothing is what it seems,
that one day I might wake up
to find life was only a dream

Maybe I’m a photon of light
traveling in a broken, rusty Chevy,
shipped prematurely from the factory
long before it was prepped & ready

Whether born a Mercedes in a third world utopia
or a Pinto in a first world slum,
We have no choice in the matter
when all is said and done

Each person I meet is a photon of light
in a one-of-a-kind human jalopy –
Like me, a few dents & dings, some creaky springs,
inside a bit unkempt, perhaps even sloppy!

We’re all sparks off the cosmic sun
with our own little part to play
in this nonsensical game of life
that wiser pens have called a stage

But a play with no script
is a peculiar sight –
like a song without a melody,
a children’s poem without a rhyme

Whence arrives the meaning,
what director assigns the roles?
Ah, the eternal question!
Does anyone really know?

So the next person you meet,
please cut them a little slack
We’re all stumbling toward the future,
and there is no turning back.

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A Table Set for One

The trees are almost bare
The skies are cloudy and gray
The air is crisp and cool
Winter can’t be too far away

It seems the holidays are upon us,
times of tidings and good cheer
Families gather together to feast
with all their loved ones near

My table is set for one,
my feast a frozen dinner tray
I solemnly raise my glass to toast
treasured times and younger days

In the silence, mom’s calling out
as she rings the dinner bell
Dad bows his head to bless our food
and our family, to wish the future well

Too many years have come and gone
since those happy holidays of yore
One by one the losses mount,
as chairs have emptied, as spirits have soared

At my table for one by the window,
I gaze out, but my eyes do not see
I reflect on what was and what might have been
and what I know now can sadly never be.

Elegy for a Friend

(Jul 1993)

Oh Starla, flower of my youth
My first love – a time so dear
Recollections of you have grown fainter through time,
images remaining are ever so strong

Many a year has come and gone
since last I held your hand … and
many thoughts and wistful memories
of childhood innocence outgrown

Your final resting place –
so quiet, so beautiful… so lonely,
a shady spot on a country hilltop
where soft breezes caress the land

Do you sleep, or do you dream?
Are you in a place much better today?
Surely Heaven’s gate opened to welcome your soul
as I’ve so fervently prayed?

How can I continue,
to what purpose carry on?
The earth has lost a blessing
that cannot be reclaimed!

If I could be with you
and I knew you would want me there,
Almost I’d be to take leave of this life
if we could be a peace – together

Perhaps I should rejoice,
you’re free of this insane world…
No sooner the comforting thought arrives
than a tear falls to chase it away

Sleep, my love, you will be missed
Maybe we’ll meet again
Your life here has ended, cut short too soon,
but your memory lingers within –

In the hearts and minds of your family and friends
and all others you’ve touched through the years
And in my own treasured thoughts of youth lives on,
your smile, the fragrance of the flower so dear.

 

The Wall

The day catches fire with a white-hot flame
whose heat and energy merely kiss me
like a passing breeze

Night falls with a mournful silence
The darkening veil hides the madness
of the life I seek to escape

The silence grows to a deafening roar,
the peace and quiet barely touch me,
faint whispers from a dying breeze

Safe on my island of self-created emptiness,
the relentless world beats against my shell –
a storm of angry demons…

only encouraging me to build the wall higher,
deeper, stronger – protecting me
against the light, the dark, any hint of purpose

In the end, there is no meaning
only darkness,
only silence.