Survival

I’m alive when I respond to foolishness.
I doubt I’ll make much of a difference
But,the idea that I can still be shocked
By a breathtaking lie, adds to my day.

A friend, having lost his mother,
Talks about the meaningless of life.
Tomorrow he may hear a truth
So outrageously distorted, as to awaken his passions.

Why does Bill Maher tell us Madoff is a Jew?
Is there a bad seed here?
Maybe one of the Elders of Zion
Is making mayhem?

Today is sunny and warm.
My anxieties are in remission.
I will not read the obits,
Maybe no one died.

Footprint

It wont wash away,
Not this one.
It has reformed the landscape,
Obliterated ancestors and peers.

In a world where the only constant is change,
Annihilation and rebirth have visited
More than once,
We are vouchsafed no special exemption.

I do not wish to argue for or against my species.
That we may be the most impactful
Of creatures to have visited this place
Is a sophomoric argument leading nowhere.

Our conceits forestall any possible
Realignment of our priorities.
As I climb the neighboring hills
I am saddened by the price paid for the deck chairs.

Quiet

We quiet the boats motor,
Drift on the water’s acquiescence.
Silhouettes of the shore’s presence
Waver and reform, reach for my consciousness.

Soon enough the rising sun
Will direct others to adventures 
That forestall their sharing this frozen moment.
It will last until I reach to explain.

It is strong beyond words
This opening to bliss.
The sky calls down, and angels support
An impossible myth:

Reality is redrawn as spiritual,
With no form by which Man is tempted 
To search for knowledge.
Leaving only quiet.