Waiting Room

Sitting in the waiting room
makes me wish for
privacy booths
Where I don’t have to pretend
to be idly passing the time
instead of waiting
with held, stilted breath
to find out if I’m a goner
Where I don’t have to engage
in furtive smiles of pity
or faux understanding
and be subjected to
out of date, tattered magazines
Give me a curtain I can draw
and a a quiet spot
blocking out diffused mood lighting
and pop songs turned elevator music
Waiting for the unknown is hard enough
without it being such a public display
My life’s about to change
I can’t sit here any longer
and pretend its another Tuesday

August 6, 2013 0

Don’t Write Me Off

Don’t write me off just yet
I’ve just been tired
Can’t seem to catch my breath

Be careful what you wish for they say
Being open to possibility can be a trick
You can be too open to heartache

I’ve worked so hard to let go
Exist only in the moment
Let the past and future alone

But the moment is overwhelming
Too many sensations
I’m breaking down

Don’t leave me just yet
I can learn to focus on you
You can be my moment

You have all the colors of the spectrum
All the tastes I require
All the music I need

Where I was alone now there’s hope
Company calls and I deck the halls
And return from climbing walls

If I try really hard I can separate lines
Detect your patterns
Revel in your ability to help complete me

Don’t give up on me just yet
I’ve got my second wind
I’m awake and ready to Be

August 5, 2013 0

Bohemian Cave

Ensconced in my comfy cave
I dwell entirely in my head
a little too long
until the long shadows start jumping
and dancing on the walls

There is no turning away
completely from the past
for just when my skin starts fitting
a specter attacks my psyche
not allowing me total access

I can feather my nest
as best as I can
but there’s no sweeping under the rug
no trash removal service
for the painful garbage littering my soul

Tattered like moth-ridden clothes
locked away too long in the attic
I paste on smiles
heap on witty barbs
to deflect attention from myself

Someday when I’m clothed in more wrinkles
I will be too tired to give much thought to what could have been
But I suspect I will still exist
better off in my dreams
instead of bleak past memories

August 4, 2013 3

Diffused Morning

Dappled and diffused
the light trickled over me slowly
I wanted to curl up and turn away
but it shone everywhere

Breezes gently blew leaves on trees
the grasses below stirring
shaking off the dew
just as I shook off sleep

Whether I was ready or not
it would come
the day, another challenge
if I could only open my eyes

Insistent, the sun kept pouring out
dropping harsh rays on my heavy eyes
there was nothing for it
except to submit, accept, rise

Body aching, stretching, moving
reaching toward new places and faces
struggling with words and worries
only the sun reminds all are welcome

Awake, try, open your eyes
a landscape is awaiting
my presence, my ideas
to finish another day, a gift

August 4, 2013 0

Fragile Funnies

Wading through dew-laced lawn
I trip over some hardy flowers
Stunned because they looked so fragile
They were much stronger than I
Lying there face to face with color
I realized my world had become two dimensional
And colorless
Like a daily comic strip
When it could be so much more
Like a Sunday funny