What are we to do?

What are we to do?

Do we speak our truth

Or stay silent?

Do we take a risk

Or play it safe?

What are we to do?

When the place in on fire,

Do we run to get help

Or do we say a prayer

that things will get better?

What are we to do?

When our neighbor is suffering

Do we lend a hand

Or tell ourselves

that someone else

Will take care of it?

What are we to do?

When change is clearly called for

Do we rise up and demand it

Or do we say that "they" ought to do something about it.

Is it up to us

Or not?

What are we to do?

When the seas rise,

When the pollution makes us sick,

When the chemicals we swim in cause disease,

When the rich take it all, leaving little for the masses...

What are we to do?

Become who you are

change what you are used to
have a talk with yourself
add some new tricks
notice the many gifts you possess
gives others a helping hand
enrich your life
grant yourself permission
announce your intention
have a celebration
change who you used to be
become who you are
name your new self

Opaque

This building deserts the throat.

Thick glass smilers prattle
"Literally she was murdered!"
"And the series went kaput?"

Totally mentally opaque.

Reading is an art
I find
so hard to do.

Streaming formation of Brownian ice
Gridding to infinity.

Who can attend, finally?

Hey Moon

Moon, where'd you go?
I was almost born!

Threw my books upon the waters
to stop the changing of the stars

But you had flown the coop

Knocked the wind clear outa me, you
flaming heaven roll.

She loves

She is swiss cheese & pretzels
Club soda and lime
No
Explanations
Just eat!

She is piano and autoharp
Recorder and guitar
but mostly harmonica
honking like mad
"John Henry" down the turnpike

She is Thunder Thighs
& Red Cheezer
& Elephant girl
but more often than not
just Honey
or Babe

The one who plugs away
who attends many meetings
who sings with heart
who loves
to get her licks in

Under the moon

Dive into the rich red milk
of the full-lipped grave

The alchemists cry
"Maranatha!"

Yellow nailed shaman signals
whale birth at the heart
of flowers

Green jewel snow cries
over arrow people hung
upon the tree

They hear night and day
the blue peak drums
sailing
under the moon

For mom

I remember mama
the old diveboma
screamin my ear