Flick blank
I can see you from the corner of my eye
Sacred ghost
You flicker toward me then disappear
You seem more afraid of me than I am you
Flash glance
I feel your presence linger
A soft shadow at the doorway
I could almost give you a name
And not judge you
Or find you sinister
Simply let you exist
sometime after your death
You may realize
left foot forward then swing hips
Right foot now
you saw yourself walking
Playing toward the backyard
Half smile demands contact
Demands sunlight
footsteps and optimism
You may realize
take time, sit down
slowly reflect
Your grace intact
Change screams inconvenient truths
The first one is absolutely no fixing
The second the past holds no answers
The third letting go is the only option
You may realize
All good things come
You can feel them
coming from the great nothings
into a wonderful tangible place in reality
twas an empty place
Abandoned by all
Bacteria up the walls
Twas a pandemic
Crawling with the residue of extinction
The play ground held no children
suddenly realize the sense of solitude
The rooms are furnished
Though no living soul goes there
Not even the old
It is is a place of eternal rest
It was a pandemic!
I stand in the street
Both sides are free
there is no thoroughfare
Civilization has given up
Where there is no reciprocity
Where there is no emotion
You pour yourself out
No of the flow returning
Silence is an answer
Make your needs known
Be met with incredulity
Where there is no trust
Where there is no goodwill
Silence is an answer
Where you speak
But noone listens
Where you give
and recieve not
Silence is an answer
Traveling the sea
Fear is diluted in the ship wake
Just how deep it is beneath
Noone wants to know
The table sits at the bow
we study maps
Great tracts of land
Shape of organs
Continents and islands
distances too far
Places of deprivation
and abundance
For both reward
And punishment
The frog barked
seriously
Didn't leap nor croak
Someone slipped a penny into the fountain
The frog bit down on it
Teeth marks left
After it spit it out
Sending it flipping out of the brick work
Into the hands of a small boy
Who stared at the large motionless eyes
Tucked the coin into his pocket
when to utter a word
A splatter of rain hushed him
He looked up undisturbed by the frog barking presently
To see a pale silver sky sprinking random thin droplets
smaller than tears
Gangs of mosquitoes came in from a nearby forest canopy
That will shut the frog up the toddler thought
He'll be watching them to see where they land
But the frog kept on barking like a dog
Not leaping or croaking
Eyeing the toddlers pocket
The toddler picked the penny out
Held it up to the weak glare of the silver sky
And realized it was an ancient coin
Of amazing value
One day he would sell it
And buy the fountain
And keep the frog and it's barking offspring
He examined the bite marks
and looked at the frog
He flicked the coin back to the frog and said to himself
I don't need to own any of this.
You used to be an ingredient that i put in my coffee
Now I feel that sense of something missing
The brew is slightly bitter but I'm fussy
But still good to keep me busy
I usually add cinnamon and cocoa
Just a dash of you even in doubt
But the jar is empty, it's a no show
we're all out
Sweetness used to give me such a headrush
I miss it all the same, dark bean crushed
The strange sweetness enriches the warm drink
That would make me move, make me think
