Wednesday Musing

Confronting Tomorrow

 

Persuading

my curiosity

to counter my fear

I looked beyond the fray

 

Never being sure

I was dead or alive

the crossroads of tomorrow

— to enter or stay

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

 

Before Fate

 

How many times

must you lip sync

your schtick

to finally get it right

 

How many lies

must forever

be told

to block the brightest light

 

How many lovers

must swim

in your wake

eventually to drown

 

How many times

must you rebait

the trap

— before its fate impounds

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

 

 

 

Surrendering All

 

Escaping deep

into my art

without an exit

shown

 

Surrendering

what’s yet to come

for this one moment

shown

 

Escaping in

to venture forth

the one-way signs

abound

 

Surrendering all

to win at last

what prescience

— will impound

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

 

 

Sentience

 

The journey

is the destination

Each step

tomorrow gleaned

 

All glory

for dishonor’s sake

As sentience

takes the lead

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

 

 

Distant Thunder

 

If Morrison

returned

would the desert

repair

Would lizards

still hide

in forbidden

night lairs

Their King

they await

like groupies

in heat

To re-shed

their skins

then gather

to greet

The one

who had freed them

then left them

forlorn

Who slithers

inside them

the eye

— of the storm

 

(Joshua Tree National Monument: March, 1981)

 

 

 Square Root Of The Present

 

Time is now

whose moment refrains

The instant upon us

— as reference abstains

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

Sleep Well My Love

At the far end of the casket

his girlfriend hugged his wife

And told her she was sorry

that she tried to steal her life

Their tears then ran in unison

for a man who loved them both

The years they shared now testament

to a choice he left unspoke

They never met before this day

and would never meet again

But each knew well the other

and they almost felt like friends

The mistress left, the children wept

the grandkids played outside

His wife’s last words: “Your hell has passed

sleep well my love — goodbye”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Sound Bites 3-16-2026

‘Quote / Unquote’

 

Living within

quotation marks

my questions there

protected

My ownership

connected

and feelings

— most defined

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026) 

 

The Keys

 

Shackles

on the future

Handcuffs

on the past

Keys

inside the moment

Freedom

— first and last

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026) 

 

To Die

 

The enemy

of all that’s good

Perfection

lays the trap

Footprints

circling in the snow

To die

— inside their tracks

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)