WHERE THE FUN BEGINS!

You come to a road that is blocked

You know you have options-you can stop.

Meditate (if the traffic will allow) -

or seek a detour. If none, you can contemplate alternatives..

You can fantasize about driving over or around the roadblock

You can decide that greater logic rules

and the roadblock is there for a reason

(Rationalize why you are not in motion on your life path)

You can cancel your trip right there and then-

others have before you-they have handed in their chips when

odds were stacked against them

You are no hero. You defer to mortality

IF you chose to ignore this block

it might end in your demise

IF you resorted to cheap fantasy,

(that the roadblock will melt in the face of your persistence)

you may be proven wrong entirely

And still-every day-that same question remains-

are we to be blocked arbitrarily by random fate

or to make our own every day?

WEIGH MY HEART WITH A FEATHER

weigh my body with my carbon footprint

my luggage with a gold brick

my airline with a deficit budget

my staff cuts with my pilot error

my crowded skies with air traffic controllers

my anger with my Zen

my TSA with my CIA and FBI

my SECURITY clearance
with my HEIGHTENED SECURITY ALERT

my ozone layer with my hole

my weather disruptions with my predictive capacity

The little words

get damaged easiest-

love, peace, you, me, us.

example is best—the artist

on street corners

harassed by police,

the musician moved along,

buddhist beggar smiling.

Little jesuses,

all murdered like birds for their song

Too easy to leave the room

to those who push and jostle.

There is space enough (and time)

for every body, heart, mind...

MY OWNED MORTALITY

Endings? or endless beginnings?

Denial? or acceptance?

Bargaining? Anger? Resistance?

Victorians excursed on graveyard Sundays

perambulating stone family plots

placing flowers and weeding  like Egyptians

Afterlife meant remembrances .Rituals. Relics.

We are ash moments. Flame furnaces. Flash bombs. Gone!

Small anonymous squares in green lawns

Boxes and urns our modern Pyramids.

Smaller by degrees. We become less when forgotten

We have forgotten our ancestors. Which means

we will be forgotten. Often in our life time.

Anonymous as job cuts and random pain

dispensed to individuals generically, we

wound and are wounded by neglect

more than intention. We forget origins/let

animals extinction become ours soon-

polar bears drown. Bees disappear. Birds too

our wings grow smaller /less. Mortalities beckon

We rationalize. Bargain. Laugh @emptiness/

Read obituary columns. Wonder who will be