Tuesday, March 30, 2010

April Fools



April fools
Hoping for something
To move this mountain

Determined to see a sign in each
New discovery –
Breeze,
With a breath of green
Birdsong,
Announcing that cheerful hunger for light

Moisture milking its way
Both up and down, in and out of
Creatures and situations
They believe
Only seemingly smaller than themselves

Those fools
Each year making the best of a world
Lost to repair or reparation
Unclouded by the unfairness we all endure
Pretending change can happen

Don’t they know or realize
That this foolishness
Pales before our disappointment

The clouds flow toward us
Borne on the silver river
Of their own bright rain

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

True Love


She dropped her fork
and said,
"I can't see you anymore."

Later,
he was heard to remark,
"I'll never use a fork again."