Whirling backwards
Arms reach back to find something to hold onto
Getting forward was the goal
The wind beats it all back
Legs bend to brace
Life screams and adjusts
using every misfortune in its favor
It claims there is no such thing as luck
Yet luck is felt
the mystery of it bending reality
Charging forward
Prefering to embrace life
Even when its force runs against
especially when its force runs against
You can build something that longs to exist
The intangible working its way into reality
Over expectations over abnormality
Into something solid and impressive
Those who look who do not see
Your own mind convincing you to believe
Bare the weight and the disbelief
keep building there from underneath
You can build something
Despite an unreasonable wall of cynicism
Break and conquer your own skepticism
Bring it into the light
Humble house fronts
In the lower streets
Searching for the family
The collective of them
The individuals as they are
Walking awkwardly down toward the front gate
To answer the door
Face in shadow
Unmet and unknown
Waiting for that family to know him
The practical things take up more space
The rent, groceries and addictions
There is noone he knows at the door
Just strangers to carry out a delivery
Cheap hellos
Half built farewells
Humble housefronts
Faces in shadows
On that sacred ground
That elevation to the grand mansion
orchard groves serving the ornamental
And the productive with forbidden fruit
Fingers tend toward that fruit
The trees evenly spaced
This time the people are the background
And the trees are the focus
People make their chatter echo down the valley
Its sounds float through
Somehow I manage to flood it out
Focusing on those rows of trees
Most of them will still be here
After our flesh has perished
Watching through vibration
Conspiring with the sun
Down to the truth
Slim and paler than a concrete floor
Regain a sense of self
Morning is different, askewed by illusions
Diva realities will dance
Coffee leaves shake, berries are busy
Worshipping perturbations of the Megalopolis
This is not fraternity
Never examining unlikely accords
Platitudes to move people
A well designed rat race
It slips down into a drop of distilled anti-nostrum
Saps collective energy
They are crushing afflictions
Insensitive and cursed
Dog bounded from House
Gathered momentum
Leapt river
Lands in wine colored water
Into warm sulphur lake
Swam to that old pontoon
Climbed out, shook itself dry
And stared at the invisible phantom
Ten metres
It looked back
Eyes asking for applause
Then dived again
Swam ashore
Rubbed wet body against pants
Looked up once more
Searching for admiration
Owner emerged
Hungover
Despondent
Eyes scanning
Seemingly jealous
He turned away
Dog gave one last look
Before scooting off
Relevance
each moment and place begs it's relevance
Not from time nor land
But from the human desire for presumptive certitude
Yah relevance strive
The struggle of each of us to matter
In the eyes of some one else
To be the first to repeat the timid friend's joke
With just the right timing
Each endeavouring to be the leasher and unleasher of dogmatism
Thah relevance
Just to get an inch of skin under that limelight
A word or two on a microphone
For an audience obligated to applaud
Yet if relevance dictated, ferociously boo
How much do you matter?
Can you pick up pieces of yourself?
Among the debris of hubris
stitch together a conceit of badge
Verily relevance requires shards of authenticity
Little sellable pieces of yourself
Once gone, so much more expensive to re-acquire
Your category of overconfidence offers no protection
And your bluff will be called on every misplaced bet
For one moment has become the point of your existence
One moment of recognition was more worthy than everything
Starving for relevance
