His Cross To Bear

He kicked the misfortunes from their notes
with the sun over head 
dreams of a blue sky band 
wasting time and words
on a liquor friendship.
Hippies married to alcohol
drinking music on a sober stage
waiting for this to pass
written communication
enlightened religion
anchored by a piano.

Hooping

No longer hiding 

in a disciplined corner.

I hoop my core,

grip my circle,

roll into dance.

An optimistic challenge,

a courage to release,

a play with spiraling energy.

Connection with resolutions.

Communication with peace.

The Trees are Broken

Broken.

The trees are broken, splintered and torn

Raw and naked like when we were born

Up against a dark bright sky

Forever asking and wondering why

Why are we cold?

Why are we old?

When will the light unfold?

Standing in Sandy’s wake

The children are now at stake

The little seeds won’t bend and break

Only later when its too late

Sandy had another Hook

Down at the school by the brook

Ravaged her way down the halls and took

The lives of children reading books

Do we run or do we stay

What will make the pain go away

Of lost children who never will play

Again in the sand

We must make this demand

Stretch out your hand

To the one who needs compassion

A simple task the only action

The smallest gesture the best traction

In a world that has gotten so big that we are small

It is us who is left holding the ball.

Improve Upon The Species

Your job is to improve upon the species

he said

That’s what we are doing here

You take the next generation and you want them to evolve.

Always and forever until the end of time.

Take him. You. and me.

Into eternity.

That’s all we are doing here.

No more. No less.