The Moment

The Moment

The kid screams and throws a fit.

The wife chews me out.

The boss calls me up on that

And I exit so pissed off.

And then the wife takes kid to bed.

I turn the cell phone off.

The humid day fades and fades

And it begins to rain.

Sound of trilling in the dark,

Crickets stop and start,

A cool damp breeze through the screen

As I sit alone.

I let it all go, open mind

Allowing me to be

One with nothing, empty free

Being, just being, being.

The right place, at the right time

Dr. John had it right,

because they never line up,

the time and the place

until destiny forges a moment,

like a spike driven through

the veil of your chaos.

Such force to produce

the still small voice.

This is the time.

This is the place,

to hazard it all

on a chance so slim,

it will determine your life.

Yellow Submarine

Abandon,

I once had it

Staying out all night

Wandering star webs

Humidity like dew

Condensing like sweat

On young tense skin

We were heroes in space

Sitting in sand

On a hill in the Ganny

Listening to Ringo ask

Where is he
the nowhere man
Did he fall into a black hole
Did a blue meanie find him

Call out for Jeremy
who disappeared
I hope he returns
in  magical mystery
with a bright coloured jacket
and long sparkling hair
and white dazzling eyes
Something to free us
again

Friends

Friends are a place of cool sweet air,
the lake beaching in soft loose curls,
seagulls riding waves of the breeze
with the fierce independence of eagles.

Enemies are thunderstorms that rise
expanding in clouds like smoke,
building mischief into the ground,
releasing charges of light frenetic.

One follows the other.
The other follows the one.
Both are freedom wanted.
Both are freedom gained.