Ode to Lunacy

It was not asked for
but accepted
Peculiar preconditions
Delicate dispositions

Such senseless states
Tending us toward
Seasonal psychosis
and teeter-tottering tendancies

To those blessed accursed ones...twos... seven thousands
Unaccounted for
Bound beyond margins becoming
The spines of hard backed
History books

This is for those who see
Differently
Whose knees bounce
Ardently
Keeping time with
The movements
and music
Of their mind

Let these lines be an ode
To those
Whose hands and hearts
Make the beauty we only dream about
Whose lives are like
Broad daylight
and its under appreciated honesty

From those of us who
Know we've known
Only half-lives and lies
We thank you.

This is where I work.

on destiny and responsibility

What if
the sun did not come through
when the curtains drew themselves back

if it fell before we were ready
behind the horizon's hilled fringes

if it forgot to bring us itself
when we rose expecting its return

what if
the sun did not know we needed it
to show what really is, life
that the whole universe depended upon
it doing what it does best

would our eyes begin to sink
into lack-luster lives
singing only dark droning
recantations, vain and futile
with the curtains drawn

a few happy holidays

hi friends, i have returned from an amazing 2 weeks in guanajuato, mexico city and valle de bravo. i came home to a nice little stack of letters from my loved ones. thank you all. still more to come....i promise