Fresh Air

November 6, 2016

Fresh country air
There’s nothing better for you.

Nothing some good old Appalachian breeze can’t cure

Day wains
Kin circle the fire pit
Wind shifts,
storm’s brewing,
somewhere.

No matter;
Fire will have burned itself out
long before it gets here.
For now,
let the little ones play,
and run through wide open spaces.

Generation upon generation,
born and bred
country strong of blue collar creed.
Mills, mining, construction,
factories.
Family farms:
cows, chicken, horses, hogs.
Diesel, grease and oil perfume;
Remind of hard work,
and loving what we do.
Past cornrows, and pastures,
down country roads,
dirt; paved, old and new,
A trek to “town”, to work, to school.
Pickups, ATVs, on worn forest paths,
over rickety bridge covered creeks,
these country roads: tried, traveled, true.

Smell the seasons changing;
A hot lemonade summer,
aging to a crisp kodachrome fall;
next a frigid white Winter,
then warm floral Spring.

The amber sun sinks lower,
the buzz of the drill goes silent.
and workers hang their hats.
Before eight
all county stores,
paper mill, factories:
closed

Past dinner,
past dusk,
Fireflies flicker.
Little ones tucked in tight.
All house lights low.
Over paved roads semis still blaze.
Foliage, pollen, and manure
scent the dewy night.

Yet no matter time of day
or year,
most reliably,
Methanol,
Formaldehyde,
Ammonia,
Lead,
and
Styrene
remain

in this
fresh,
country
air.

Because of Thinking

April 12, 2017

I think of living
Of feeling
Of breathing

I think of time
Of past and future
Of present

I think of stopping
of  going

I think of maybes
of hope

I think of ups
Of downs

I think of you
Of me

And I think

I think about thinking
I think and therefore know
I am
still

And I am thankful

For all the things of which I think
Because of them
I am

Separate Peace

April 11, 2017

His and hers boxes
Separate to separate
joined lives made anew

We divide but
Reconnect at peace as “we”:
Forever parents of you

Knowing the burden
On white flag children
We aim to be civil for you

May we remember
that troubles to separate
are to make peace
alliance in your name.

Recovery

April 7, 2017

Uprooted unexpectedly
Frozen
Blizzard of mind
Meeting Nor’easter
That pushed past limits

Chasing snowmen

She lost footing
Losing

Sight

Snow Blind,
she could no longer see.
Reality,
She knew not.

Lost

Blown off course
Paralyzed
Doubled over

Then
found.

Fragmented.

Then
Rebuilt
Reborn
Finding self
Emancipation.

As she walks now,
aware of
where
she has been,
what
she has been,
Done
And seen,
To recognize fact from fiction
She keeps anchor

In mind
In hand
She is shifting vision

clarifying sight

And mind.

Titans

March 16, 2016

We are Titans
Born of and dubbed,
the name.
Meek and small
We may seem
Voices quiet
But we are braves.

Untold stories line
The pages of our minds
tell tales of
the battles waged,
the deeds done,
the monsters wrestled.

We remain stoic,
unknown soldiers,
weighted still; still.

Unnoticed yet,
but standing out;
as titans
our name remains.