late spring rain

late spring rain

not quite summer rain

an early morning commute

days gone, days to come

.

mist ii

mist ii

again i observe

late spring, becoming summer

in pursuit of joy

.

mist

mist

the early sunrise

the mist over the marshes

the longing returns

.

winter commute

winter commute

through winter and spring

i have traveled this highway

yet still, i seem lost

.

volkswagen bus

volkswagen bus

the volkswagen bus

takes me back, to college days

and endless summer

.

early dawn

early dawn

thunder in the west

the foghorn, the early dawn

this, too, is my day

.

stone heart

stone heart

one more time


one more time

i become one more vehicle

making one more commute

to providence.


one more time

i’ll make one more try

not to become

one more casualty

in the battle

to keep my heart

from becoming

cold, cynical and selfish.

.

stone

stone

common wisdom says

“you can’t squeeze blood

from a stone.”

i would be fascinated

by the number of people

who try

were i not so weary

of being a stone.




.

letting go



letting go



perhaps

the whole journey

is letting go…

of what’s torn away,

of what’s coaxed away,

of what’s been held on to

for too long,

of what we think will make us happy.

naked i came into the world,

and naked i will leave.

while i’m here

i’m having difficulty

letting go.




.

work, live

work, live



wrestling



i have been wrestling

with whether

i work to live

or live to work

and why they are different.

they are.

past efforts to merge the two

have fallen short.

there are things i love about the work i do,

and much to love about the life i lead.

perhaps what is best

is to try

to keep the two in balance

each spilling some

into the other.



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