No surprise here

I overslept. I got out of the apartment, with kids, on time though, so all is reasonably well. Must get to work. Here are various and sundry whitters of yesterday and this morning.

All there is

I wonder if
someday
as I in customary practice
set some pen to some surface
the words will find their way
to elucidate the hunger in me
that awoke one afternoon
that in the time it took to read
what
a few lines written
there was what a friend says
can take a nanosecond
a shift
toward something I knew was both
inexorable and inevitable

Sometimes the need is so thunderous
it threatens to storm forth
leaving reason and consideration abandoned
in the wake of its very force
do you know
I believe
that were its power to be harnessed
poured into the object it seeks
miracles of renewal would be worked
in the twinkling of a small star
in the clear night’s sky
so although the words that might be
adequate
to draw a clear portrayal
refuse to reveal themselves
let it enter where it will
lift a worthy and wonderful face
toward the open blessing of the sky

Drifting bits

It led to a broader view
the tender nature of our souls
and the cause of the question
even the question itself
evaporated in a small moment
invisibly into the air

So I once in times past
attempted to explain my silence
but would not go through the hoops
laid so cunningly before me
a private soul needs to be honored
and I am a brazen public thing

I see beauty and whisper its name
even as I long to sing her praises
but I see us all surmounting
our disappointments great and small
will she hear my prayers
can the world bask in the sweet serenity
of a late and laden rose
bowing in deference to immutability

Not rough but honorable
more courageous than some
without the complete abundant picture
will ever know
she is someone
and I am awful

Recreational areas

Is it possible to be placid and public
knowing the unfolding
discarded layers fall floating to the floor
standing in naked simplicity

Hearts of this world hurt and heal
usually each one understandable
separate truths
echoes of slights return perhaps

I would force no issue
only sing my own life song
but I call out truth pseudonymously
making an offering for privacy