Made Into Your Toy
Mechanical toys,
Cheapest of thin metals,
Primitive and repetitive.
They wind themselves down,
On rubber wheels,
Rolling and swaying on my tabletop.
A small tin monkey beats his drum,
Marching steadily to the end of the table,
Waiting to go over the end.
He must be in love too.
Dec 2009
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tea...Rain and Clouds
It's the simple pleasures I miss most when away, so I try to replicate them wherever I am.
For instance, the weather is damp and cold, with a constant drizzle. But after walking in it, I feel like I have accomplished something: almost like I finished a mini-expedition somewhere.
When I get back to my room I grab my small electric kettle and in a few moments get a "brew-up" and am settling down with a hot mug of tea. Life looks good...The high-fiber fudge pop-tarts are not bad either.
For instance, the weather is damp and cold, with a constant drizzle. But after walking in it, I feel like I have accomplished something: almost like I finished a mini-expedition somewhere.
When I get back to my room I grab my small electric kettle and in a few moments get a "brew-up" and am settling down with a hot mug of tea. Life looks good...The high-fiber fudge pop-tarts are not bad either.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Snow...
Cloudy days, constant snow. Had a few hours of glistening sunshine yesterday though. There was also a lessening in the snow. It started coming down as a very fine dust. In the sun it sparkled, and charmed me.
In the last month I have been in 2 accidents, (I was not the driver in either), and one awful near miss. Two of these events involved snow, and I find myself pretty sensitized to driving in it.
During the two events in the snow -which involved skids- time was drawn out and the awful feeling / calmness of not being able to do anything enveloped me. Don't want to be there again, so I am riding the train tomorrow. Hoping for a break in the weather this weekend...
In the last month I have been in 2 accidents, (I was not the driver in either), and one awful near miss. Two of these events involved snow, and I find myself pretty sensitized to driving in it.
During the two events in the snow -which involved skids- time was drawn out and the awful feeling / calmness of not being able to do anything enveloped me. Don't want to be there again, so I am riding the train tomorrow. Hoping for a break in the weather this weekend...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Poem for Today
Spent some time with my parents last month...They seem older and more frail...Thought of this poem.
Gray
The sky over my parents house is blank,
Gleaming pale,
Like a vast fluorescent bulb.
With the air heavy and moist,
I wonder what solace I can bring.
In two years they have aged ,
and I forget that I have too.
With all my losses and gains,
My sicknesses of heart
and traveling for love,
Of losing and finding it, and fearing it.
The folks remain simple - older, scruffy,
and sometimes smaller.
So, I don't mention my sorrows,
I tend them.
But I feel alone too.
January 2010
Gray
The sky over my parents house is blank,
Gleaming pale,
Like a vast fluorescent bulb.
With the air heavy and moist,
I wonder what solace I can bring.
In two years they have aged ,
and I forget that I have too.
With all my losses and gains,
My sicknesses of heart
and traveling for love,
Of losing and finding it, and fearing it.
The folks remain simple - older, scruffy,
and sometimes smaller.
So, I don't mention my sorrows,
I tend them.
But I feel alone too.
January 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Poem for Today
Finished...
In this short life of meetings,
With the coming,
And then the always going of travel,
Among restless and teasing wanderings,
We embrace.
It is you that always separates first,
Your eyes swing away,
Gazing behind me quietly.
It is your kiss that stops first,
The small tension,
Flickering in your arms,
It tells me you are finished.
So, after the flow of all this life,
After all the things I have done and seen,
I fear nothing,
Except -
Near the end of each day,
Then I begin to think,
Everything may be ended by your words.
December 2009
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Back in the USA
Back in the good old homeland!
Cold, and a bit tired on my arrival. Will be doing some traveling here, and will give my impressions as I perambulate across the USA.
When I was in the immigration hall at the airport a small altercation broke out between an older man and a younger one and his family. It resulted in the older man being pushed to the ground...It was all a very bizarre sight...Strange thing to see on my arrival back, and not even 10 minutes on US soil. I found the event disturbing...partly because it resulted from a sad misunderstanding, and also because it involved people of different races, and ages.
I do feel that in the USA we sometimes take things, (such as presumed slights) too personally. I see this even when I drive on the highways in the USA.... Things seem to come down to a "me vs. you" zero-sum game.
I see this also in the false divisions among our people that the talk show pundits attempt to create.
We are more alike in our country than different. I have felt that in the service. But, sometimes,the USA definitely seems more hostile than being on a deployment.
Cold, and a bit tired on my arrival. Will be doing some traveling here, and will give my impressions as I perambulate across the USA.
When I was in the immigration hall at the airport a small altercation broke out between an older man and a younger one and his family. It resulted in the older man being pushed to the ground...It was all a very bizarre sight...Strange thing to see on my arrival back, and not even 10 minutes on US soil. I found the event disturbing...partly because it resulted from a sad misunderstanding, and also because it involved people of different races, and ages.
I do feel that in the USA we sometimes take things, (such as presumed slights) too personally. I see this even when I drive on the highways in the USA.... Things seem to come down to a "me vs. you" zero-sum game.
I see this also in the false divisions among our people that the talk show pundits attempt to create.
We are more alike in our country than different. I have felt that in the service. But, sometimes,the USA definitely seems more hostile than being on a deployment.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Poem for Today
Hurt
I think of the scar on your wrist,
How you quietly hide it sometimes.
It’s an old injury,
Floating like a soft island on the smoothness of your skin.
Sometimes I try to take in my lips,
Encompassing it and making it mine,
Wishing I could be your balm.
But that is only the hurt I can see.
I am lost in describing you,
I think about the other scars you have,
The ones I will never know.
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