Monthly Archives: October 2010

Skipping Stones

Boy, no more than 5, head bowed

to the sound of waves beating against sand behind him,

unaffected, focused as only a 5 year old can on an individual

grain of sand.

Looking for the perfect rock,

smooth and flat on both sides, to skim the water’s skin,

tame the tide, the miracle of Jesus, skipping on water, till

losing focus and sinking into the drink.

A baby’s hand picks up a stone, slightly flawed on one side,

soft as his own cheek on the other, and readies to throw.

Today the water proves too powerful

and the stone slices straight through meaty waves

to rest like Lazarus at the ocean’s unseen scripture.

Until the tide brings it back to rest on the shore,

to wait for the next set of hands

to set it free.

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Play a Round

We’re turning on chaos

we’ve unplugged the cosmos

while warming up the North Pole

all in the name of progress

cut all ties to consciousness

tv reality movies move reality to how we want it to be

live our lives trapped between fastforward and rewind

there’s nothing to see

at this speed.

Stay still and see

our eyes

our greatest greed

spinning dimes buying time off computer screens.

Still, dead monkeys don’t evolve

dead monkeys don’t get involved

till we reanimate the dead to breathe.

Einstein was a clever man

relatively speaking

clever enough to bomb Japan.

Dead monkeys don’t evolve

dead monkeys don’t have time for golf.

Falling Up

How many reach the top of the mountain

and immediately look up?

We like to look down at all we accomplished

climbed hand over hand

till our feet are firmly planted upon the summit

forgetting there’s a big blue sky above us

and so much further to go.