Life dangles itself in retrospect, thinking and
sleeping at intervals – unchanging.
There are many inventions being wrought as people
imagine everything to make life easier.
Nondescript assignations lay alongside roadways,
hoping to be picked up and brought into a reality
of sorts.
Talent of every kind beckons imagination to open
like a parachute and entice the entire world’s
population.
Making lists, intuitively deciding what to get and for whom.Taking minutes to rest and get a bite to eat, enjoying the season, going to midnight mass on Christmas eve, propelling us into realms oftradition with family.
Blowing embers to keep them alive and vibrant on coldest days of death’s visits to those we have loved all of our lives.Cradling our memories, we keep them close to our hearts as we slip and slide to our next horizons.
Centering in midlife, avoiding the centrifugeof denial as I wallow along into a pool of dismal grief.
Pretending to be busy, finding things to do while feeling lonely and trying to fill the void left by maturity.Sensing reason and logic at edges of particularrendezvous, not really willing to participate, becausereality sets in and riles feelings of peace with lonely thoughts.
as they crawl around my brain, enactingblissful sentences to begin with.
