The burden of Babel

The burden of Babel 

Walden’s Pond with wi-fi

The doves are retreating

Opinions clog the sky

The empty playground where

Thoughts rise up, stand or fall

Our time was wrapped in us

And not a World at all

I cannot nor will be

I cannot nor will be

Yesterday is past tense

The bonsai battle fought

And the fabled white fence

The lotus shoes kicked off

No longer hosting vines

Not framed like farmlands or

Defined by posted signs

When the time stalled but the

When the time stalled but the 

Rain continued to fall 

Our emotions had found

No words left in the brawl

Hearts abandoned music

Each note circled the drain

We were washed up, left with

Our silence to explain

Lost myself within me

Lost myself within me

Too much color in paints

A muddy murky mess

Of my endless complaints

Fearing the dark Rothko

Evergreen branches pits

Yet always a lighthouse 

An Overwhelm light hits

Harder to have future

Harder to have future

Uncertainty about 

The inhumanity 

Of white Christian devout

If He died for their sins

He would not resurrect 

The wrongs so heavy no

Forgiveness could correct

Sadness that cannot seep

Sadness that cannot seep

A couch against the wall

For dreamers not asleep

Waiting for morning call

And in the hard repeat

A happiness appears

A rock without defeat

That melancholy fears

Looking for the patterns

Looking for the patterns

The why here and why now

The saturated Life

The stagnant meets the plow

And in the Overwhelm

Sorrow mingles with mirth

The fossils and the fawn

The relinquished and birth

A fierce independence

A fierce independence 

In secrecy or bloom

A white cloud in darkness

Or a parading plume

No more a dull pencil

I sign and underline

Wrong when wrong, not knowing 

Or simple change of mind

Old and still dreaming of

Old and still dreaming of

An abstract come to life

The grace of a soft edge

Left by a pallet knife 

A feeling in freedom

Love found in the knowing

There is more to being

And never stop growing 

Refusing to let go

Refusing to let go

Generation stampede

Beauty in the rubble

Excavation indeed

A moving train gesture

A spiral in small glance

The movement of mother

Greatness in moment, dance

Far from the bright pastels

Far from the bright pastels 

Beneath where willows grow

A river runs beneath

Fed by the melting snow

Feelings without fountain 

With no geyser or gush

In the dark, white water

That babbles in a hush

The surprise fallen tree

The surprise fallen tree 

Lying here now broken 

A last wave goodbye but

Our feelings unspoken

On roads that never end

At least that’s how we felt

The World's random shuffle

And our two jokers dealt

A slice of Memphis pie

A slice of Memphis pie

Confederate placemat

Christians defending what

He would throw sandals at

Supreme Court, Supreme God

Where do you truly stand

On professed Judgment Day

Your shit will hit the fan

Under a yellowwood

Under a yellowwood 

A single boat adrift

Real as a reflection

The memory the gift

The orphan of our love

In the ripples of grief

Continuous heartbeat

Of together too brief

Life at a window sill

Life at a window sill

Curiosity friend

Where answers are dancers

And questions never end

What are you feeling now

Did happiness garden

Will these seedlings survive

In the outdoors harden

These layers of living

These layers of living

Seasonal but still true 

In this fertile of green

Both parts yellow and blue

Giving then giving more

But trees often lose limbs

It comes as no surprise 

Sometimes it comes from trims

Again, it is not love

Again, it is not love

Just some sad beginning 

Of a dying beautiful 

Pausing constant spinning 

Behind our sets of eyes

Consequences or not

No longer on point and

Far from my centered spot

So long and then longer

So long and then longer

A Friday will follow

Then a week and decades

Centuries will swallow

Today not feeling well

Blue skies grow cloudy gray

This is an afternoon

On another Sunday

Songs pulled up like bedsheets

Songs pulled up like bedsheets

Dreams with bright flags waving

Arriving end of day

History engraving

Hologram emotions

Together filling space

Three dimensional moon

Existence full of grace