Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, December 22, 2014

You must beat a drum, now and then

the solstice tried a thing or two
before it glanced away
it spun the gold of noiseless air
and left all hell to pay


Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Too fast upon the shore

a report from nowhere:

nothing left to move us
what can we build with those broken ships?
true, we sailed together, and landed
and stood on the land like we belonged
but we didn't
not really

our voyage was too fast
we arrived too soon
we needed a much longer song
to learn what the lyrics meant
to go deeper into ourselves
we were children with knives and guns
we were killers with a golden lord

maybe, if the voyage wasn't so fast
we could have learned more about love
about fairness
about decency
about the birds
and the wolves
and the wind--all the winds of the world

we got here too fast
and children are hungry
and poor people die slaughtered
and many wring their hands
and feel unloved

maybe, if we took our time
we would have recognized ourselves
in everyone we saw
and found more lessons than we brought