Panorama

If you tilt your head
a bit to one side and squint
like the light’s too bright
then the common thrills
the daily defeats and small prizes
along the well-worn path
can take on the aspect
of a grand adventure

The relative perspective
may be that your tragedies
and comic episodes would not
translate into a Hollywood
blockbuster, there may not be
enough explosions or
gratuitous sex, but stay
the course and you will

reach vantage points
where your personal panorama
becomes evident and decisions
on directions can be made.
Forward, left, and right are
possibilities. Back is next
to impossible. Standing still
is inadvisable. Make of your
adventure what you will.
Take the slow way down.

Above and Beyond

You can’t make sense of senseless
no matter how you try
been at it for decades now
no closer to a reason why

What does make sense is families
and friends and yes, communities
loving each other
through heartaches and horrors
lifting each other
above and beyond
the how and why and where
being irrelevant compared
to what happens
from this moment on

Conditions

Low in the morning, high in the evening
the thermometer has the right idea
I could be high all the time
if I could only see ya
since that is impossible
I strive for an even keel
I try not to act crazy
even when that’s how I feel

Grandma said, “the devil hates a coward”
but I didn’t want him for a friend
he makes temptation so appealing
it’s hard not to give in
The fires he lights
are hard to extinguish
and the smoke makes it hard
to see your true wish

there’s a weariness that sets in
when you feel burned out
one of those conditions
you can’t do much about
try to get it home
before it crashes
lock yourself in
something may rise from the ashes

A Little

A little bologna
a little beer
trying not to think
about who isn’t here
the moon is getting full
but I’ve seen it before
don’t want to put my clothes on
just to walk outdoors

There’s baseball on TV
but I have the sound turned off
I’m listening to Dylan
as he growls and coughs
some kind of tale about
early Roman kings
wondering how that old man
comes to know these things

It has been a long day
think I’ll just let my eyes close
and let the music carry me
to a place beyond my woes

A Good Chance

The clouds were missing
a good chance to rain
thunder made empty threats
the wind could not be explained
darkness descended
we lost our focus
there were those in the shadows
wanting to choke us
to keep us from learning
what we needed to know
to put up a fight
to make a good show

They had facts and figures
supporting their claim
that the victims needed
to shoulder the blame
we had nothing
but a will to live
and a notion of what
we were willing to give
when the clouds missed
a good chance to rain
how we escaped
I cannot explain
divine intervention
is a possibility
and a stubborn refusal
to be less than free

When we slipped through
the dragnet, the clouds finally let go
washing our tracks away
so evil could not follow

What Happened One Night

What the Moon saw
is unconfirmed
but rumors are rampant

All the other witnesses
give conflicting reports based
on agendas and axes
to grind, but everyone agrees
it was really something.

A written statement
from the Moon
would certainly quell
the speculation.

Beautiful

We have been warned
that beauty fades
do not believe this lie
beauty evolves
beauty transforms
beauty may develop a patina
retreat below the surface
for self-preservation
to grow richer and deeper
without expectations
like haute cuisine
may require a discriminating palate
like fine art may need
an educated eye
but fade it does not