Displaced, Naturally

 

Years spent seamlessly waiting

On a permanent settlement,

 

In the end it seems 

We were forever 

 

Meant to live 

Out of our element. 

 

 

 

 

 

Almost There Ad Infinitum, Etcetera

The man 

 

Who says he’s never believed 

In anything so far is close 

 

To understanding what nothing is, 

Though no one there is listening. 

 

 

 

 

Gravity For Dummies

Strange man 

That he was, 

 

Newton saw 

An apple drop 

 

From a tree, 

And being much 

 

Possessed 

 

By second nature, 

Thought it was indeed 

 

Something out of the ordinary. 

Up till then, no one had ever 

 

Given it second thought— 

We know better now; 

 

The rest is old-hat, or is it 

All as simple as that?

 

 

 

Haiku: Air Of Deference

 

When the wind entered, 

A rush of canebrake rustled— 

 

The words stopped hiding. 

 

 

 

 

Soothsayer, March 15th, 44 B.C.

I know beyond 

 

The shadow of a doubt, 

You won’t believe 

A word of what 

I’m going to say— 

 

Even after I say 

Some brutally honest hand 

Writing on a wall beckoned 

I should tell you so.

 

 

 

 

Infinitus Poetus Interruptus, Period

What’s left to do 

We never do, 

 

And that’s all 

We ever do, over 

And over 

 

Again, never quite 

Getting over it 

To no good 

 

End. 

 

 

 

 

Lost Cause

Where

 

Our fractured memory finds us 

Gathered on a barren shore 

 

At twilight, trying vainly 

To put the pieces together 

 

Once more, our heads teeming 

With once fanciful images 

 

That have no bearing anymore.