Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Mumbled the old man


We will never,
in our entire lives
forward lived
be listened to
like when we are
babies
and have nothing to say
that makes any sense
or adds up to experience
as in process
other than
the audible reaction
we have come
to refine.

And still, the old go unnoticed,
after all they have witnessed
in further thought
one should not ignore
repetition
because it looks the same
and never is
and sounds like complaint
but never was.

We predict
the firefighter from the fawn,
timid in the forest at first,
naturally, he will adapt.
We guess and check
and still seem not to heed
the final words
as they were said
carelessly,
as if it were possible
like alternate endings.


Artwork by Leonardo da Vinci, c. 1513, Old Man with Water studies in Public Domain. 

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Homelessness


It is an ordinary thing:
a baby looking over the shoulder,
a child transfixed,
because they sense mother-ness or homeliness
I guess.

Then the cats,
the felines that follow
nearly silently,
like the prowling puma in the wilderness
they all watch back from the bush-
paw prints have proven this-
And then the ways skittish strays
locate
remembering how to purr...

Nary a soul sees the magic in these,
except
the extraordinary poet
who thinks one blink, and it could all
change.



Photo Credit © CEphoto, Uwe Aranas / ,via Wikimedia Commons at (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bangkok_Thailand_Stray-cat-in-Wat-Hua-Lamphong-01.jpg)

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Anchors I weigh


When I showed up
I learned from living on top of time
I was not welcome anywhere,
but hospitality persists
itself like religion
everywhere
there’s room.

My timing not convenient.
A detour is never the fastest path,
unless the destinations are the same.
It is safer submerged, underwater
where whims wont push you around
I found
After holding my breath so long.

She could have killed me.
I know she tried, more than once,
placing her baby bundle on the bow
rock-a-bye, like they do,
rolling for the wake to take me back

Her bare hands would be too brutal
and accidents are blameless
What doesn't kill you
lets you live exhausted
torch smothered.

Insisting on myself
I remain
S.O.S.
tethered to the life raft
that was never attached
to Her. 

Composed 10/24/15.

Image by By Ministry of Information Photo Division Photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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