Friday, April 17, 2015

Boston Strong? (Boston Marathon, 2015)



Boston Strong?

What you saw
What you lost
Was seen in
The emptiness of eyes
That had no image
Heard in a voice
That had no words
Adequate to purge
A heart that tried
To contain the agony of a city
                Even Our Fucking City
That could not understand

Tee shirts and slogans have their place
But are not adequate to fill
A void once occupied
Flesh
Bone
Blood

Boston Strong?
Not strong enough
For you
Who stood at the line
On a day when
Our tradition became
Your tragedy

Friday, April 10, 2015

How and Why?



How and Why?

Your questions Why
Incessant
Persistent
Lurking behind every new encounter
Surprising experience
Challenging jaundiced eyes to see
The surrounding marvel

Have become How
To solve
To improve
To change
To go beyond
To challenge yourself to see
And marvel and what might be

Thursday, April 09, 2015

Workaday


Workaday



Buzz
Thump
Click
Whoosh
Shuffle
Vroom
WOOO
Rattle
Zzzz
WOOO
Shuffle
Rattle
Shuffle
Ding
Whir
Ding
Click
Work

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

How Far?



How Far?
 
Perched at hill’s crest
Propelled by youthfulness
The cheers of classmates
And willful ignorance
My legs churned
Outrunning doubt

Feet
Forward
Faster
Finally
Flat
Face
First

How far I flew
Carried by youthfulness
Daring laughter
Gleeful ignorance
And flimsy cardboard wings
I’ll never know

But far enough

Perched at hill’s crest
Restrained by age
The scorn of conformity
And stern awareness
My legs churn
At pace with expectation

How far could I have flown
Carried by carefree wings
I’ll never know

Never far enough

Saturday, April 04, 2015

For Jerry: April 4, 2014



For Jerry: April 4, 2015

Today was your day to mourn
To be with family and friends
And memories

I was there
In the back row
Unseen
Except in the aggregate
Eyes closed
Singing songs that would have made me cry
Under the best of circumstances

I didn’t know your wife
But I knew enough
Three years younger than me
Suddenly
Unexpectedly
But do we ever expect the end

Our choices betray a belief in immortality
Else within the petty we could recognize
Magnitude in each moment
Sense the gravity of our words

If we knew we would embark
Monday
On a journey to end
Wednesday
How would things be different
Tuesday

Should they be different?

Or is it enough at times
To fill life with the
Mundane

There is beauty enough in that