Flash out

I'm not used to being now.
In unused spaces or quiet places,
I stare off with a worried frow.

Should we learn from our past
Or should we pray for ignorance?

I'm stuck in a place that is not here
In a time that is not now
As if my life has devolved into
A cheesy science fiction novella
Or a zen koan with no answer

When I locate my halted breath
can I rescue myself from the void?
I try to count the breaths
Or find the task at hand.

Resolve For An Old Person With a New Calendar

"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
- The Beatles

I never liked the term resolution,
The natural implication of the noun
obscures the intention of the verb
though I wish my thoughts alone could conquer
all my inertia and regret.

I realize that your absence is my absence
Redefined by insecurities and concerns
The resolution is to be present
relentless in the pursuit of existence
and rebuilding the connections from myself.

Notepad, the secret kiss

The simple editor is the best editor:
My words are not masked with bullet points,
or dressed up in a faux slide show.
I think that pure thought is the essence of dialogue
And that plaintext is as close to that as we may achieve.

Human Geography

You said, with twinkling eyes, that penguins mate for life.
With fervor, you noted that Salvidor Dali loved his wife.
You taught me the geography of kindness, and granted a compass
but without you I cannot find a point north of the north pole.
Everything seems to go south in this cold climate.

"We're fumbling," you observed, juggling the compass and sextant.
I knew that I loved you, but I was unaware of the extent.
You were magnetic; I thought that the compass pointed only at you
Now I realize that the device you granted can point only at myself
and we had merely traveled in opposite directions.

Now I can only hope to one day repair this device,
and the defects that only you have seen.

iWonder

Why should I fear saying here
That I walk alone, to have rarely known
The comfort of companions
The gaze of gracious girls
The boisterousness of boys
I will sit here all alone
Perplexed by owning a telephone