Down to the Watership

June 15

Down to the Watership

The immoderate champions immoderation; the glutton recommends consumption, more often than not a drunk will pour you a drink  It is part of the social norm to conform to the addiction of the day.  If we are all high we laugh at each other’s jokes and there is less finger pointing about the mess.  When we are all in this together we sink or we swim, but we mustn’t look around.  Like the rabbits who cannot ask, “Where?” We try to look at ease with dying and contented with our lot.  More must be better for we can’t survive on less than what we’ve got.

Design trees for your secret garden

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WATER BABIES

Timeless babies bobble in their underwater positions

Voiceless cherubs bounce and wink

The river of their wisdom to my feeble mind.

The noise of silence wrinkles and tinkles

As the waves crash soundlessly above.

My head fills

I must surface but beg not to lose my connection

When I break the tension of top-side sobriety

I turn these angels to screened-off faithfulls

I must owe all I have to these aquatic infants

Every hope, all my fear is held to test in the face of,

Swimming heroines and their embryonic grave.

Open Windows

June 13

OPEN WINDOWS

I roll down the window in the rain hoping reality will soak in with the droplets.  I tilt up my face as I leave the car and let the water shower my features.  The downpour is the jolt to living for which I have prayed.  I stand on my lawn and rinse the day out of my hair; I clear my brain in the fresh rainwater.  The driving rain pounds the house and trees but I feel massaged and cared for.  My skin, reflexive, teaches my mind to absorb and hydrate.  I turn my thoughts to Greater Powers.  Even if the doors have been closed, I can open the windows and let the rain come in.

Soap the windows on some of your ideas so you can work in privacy.

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Down to the Watership

The immoderate champions immoderation;

the glutton recommends consumption,

more often than not a drunk will pour you a drink

It is part of the social norm to conform

to the addiction of the day.

If we are all high we laugh at each other’s jokes

and there is less finger pointing about the mess.

When we are all in this together we sink or we swim,

but we mustn’t look around.

Like the rabbits who cannot ask, “Where?”

We try to look at ease with dying

and contented with our lot.

More must be better

for we can’t survive on less than what we’ve got.