The Long, Winding Road To Enlightenment

Confused? Why,
If we were

All going in
The same

Direction, we
Wouldn't need 

A compass, even
In the dark, now

Would we? 

 

 

As Good As It Gets

—for Eleni, always there 

 

In the worst of ways you were always
Under one rug or the other,
Murmuring and wondering just
What to do with yourself when 

Her uplifting spirit
Got wind of you and swept
You off your feet
At the speed of light, 

And dragged your sorry lot
Onto a pied magic carpet
Traveling untrammeled through
Eons of uncharted space.

 

 

 

Hardy Phoenix Rising

In blackened hearths, remnants
Of old growth

Sizzled to a crisp, still
Glowing embers 

Ashing to ashes, dust
To dust in an ever-swirling, 

Resurrecting myth. 

 

 

 

Keep Thanking Your Lucky Stars, Pilgrims

You’ll have noticed by now,
When the stars are right,
Nothing looks to go wrong.

Pay them constant homage then
If you wish to see the light
Right proper thorough,

Even through the now
Darkling before you
Night.

 

 

 

Poetic Limits And The Art Of Perusal

 

There are scores
Of normal

Activities you could have
Been gifted to do

In this life apart
From the peculiar

One of writing poetry—
Being transfixed at the sight

Of fluff accumulating
Between the folds

Of an otiose navel
Will never count

As one of them.