Center

May 6, 2017

Churning
Incessantly
Anxious
Jolts
Of adrenaline
Fill my empty  moments
And I know
I have drifted

And I shuffle
Reaching
For the familiarity
Of an anchor
Now shifting
Aware

Again aiming
for center

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Calling

May 2, 2017

Fresh air
Is calling me
Begging me back
Reminding me
of fields of green
And gold
Of memories
Stored in a child’s mind

Fresh air
Regardless of whatever
Existant impurities there are
Fresh air as I knew it
Is calling me

Fresh air
In a song heard low in the breeze
To family
To familiar plains
And trees
And valleys

Fresh applachian air
Is calling me
Home

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