Rhythmic

The rhythmic patterns
      rumble and   s w  oo s h
        distinctly defined
        precisely designed

Power and gentleness
      flow           and ebb
               push and
             pull
    calming
           the soul

All the mysteries
     it holds
           beneath the sheen
        in the unexplored depths
                  where we’ve never been

How incredibly
  small we are

How little we know
  of what lies below

And how majestic
     is the God
        the imaginative potter
                  who created
                     the magnificent waters

Mess

Should I keep doing this?

There is no
     cohesive theme
             for anyone else
         to follow.
It’s not directed toward
     a particular audience.
It’s a jumbled mess
     of thoughts –
        most of which
               are probably unimportant.

But that has also been
     kind of the point.

My head
     is a mess.

So I’m training myself
     to put some of the pieces
                       together
         recognize patterns
         figure out
            some sort of
               cohesion
                     sometimes
         and finish
            something
               when nothing
                     seems ready
                           or good enough
                                 because it never is.

It’s never quite perfect
     and sometimes nowhere close.
But I’m trying to call some things
            finished
                 anyway.

This space was designed
     to push myself
     to put endings on things –
             writing
             drawing
             painting
             photography –
        even though
             I’m still learning
                 all of it
                    and
        even if
          no one else
                cares.

Maybe it’s
     a silly medium
          to work through
             my natural tendency
                 to start
                        a lot of fun things
                               that I rarely finish,
     but maybe
          that’s reason enough
                        at least for now
              whether anyone else
                 sees it
                      or not
              and even if
                      it’s doomed
                           to irrelevance.

 

Hint

Looking Backward
Looking Backward

My mind hinted
     at the thought
                     just out of view
           taunting me
              until it grew –
                     information
                            I forgot I knew.

Now it is near
       or somewhere
                between
   becoming clear
            for the future unseen.

The answer
     is something
          I learned
                  in a dream!
 

Outlines

Blank Outline
Blank Outline

I’m so bad
     at outlining anything
        ahead of time.

I get stuck
        looking
        staring
    at that blank page
        trying to figure out
           how to predict the future
                while knowing I can’t.

I anticipate
     many different directions
               a piece could go.

All I can do
     is start
        figure it out
               during the process
        learn the boundaries
          and the main points
                             as they emerge.

I don’t generally draw
                    or paint
              with outlines either
                  or attempt to
                          sketch in
                              where I’m headed.

When I try,
     I feel constricted
             frustrated.

It makes the whole experience
     less fun
          enjoyable
          fulfilling
        and I usually dislike
               where it ends.

Not being able
     to do things
             in a predictable
                   prescribed pattern
        the way others do
        the way teachers
               and bosses
                        wanted me to
                           always irritated them
     but I’ve never been able
               to work that way.

When a school assignment
     required an outline,
        I was forced
             to throw something together
                         then change everything later
                 hoping the piece would be good enough
                          that the outline would no longer matter
                                    or
        I would work even harder
             to write the entire piece
                               before the deadline
                 and create an outline afterward
                          from what I’d already written.

It’s not that
       I don’t plan ahead at all.
I can –
    to some extent –
         and sometimes
               I have a general direction
                        of where
                               I want to go.

But my skillset
     has never included
                        predicting the future.

Snowy

After a year
     of chaos
         craziness
         and disorder,
   it is a pleasant change
            to

            slow

            down

      and enjoy
                a bit of calm.

Thank you, God,
     for a snowy walk with you
     for the beautiful view
          time with family
          water flowing in the river
          and extra snow in the mountains
                 to help alleviate
                     our terrible drought.

You are good
     and you give us such good things.

Thank you.

Spook-tacular

Eddie
Eddie

People everywhere
  are dressed up –
          as a robot
                 princess
                 skeleton
                 dancer
                 bee
                 bat
                 coach
                 astronaut
                 turtle
                 Fred Flintstone
                    and more –
          at the office
                   school
                   grocery store
            while playing sports
                     strolling through the parking lot
                 or just taking a walk down the street.

And Halloween isn’t even
          until tomorrow!

It’s a bit of relief
     in the midst of
        a very stressful time –
     an excuse
        to relax
            take a break
              from the everyday
            and smile
              at the silly
                       fun costumes
                            decorations
                            lingo
                     and spook-tacular wackiness
                                  of Halloween.

Drought

The sky is up there
     somewhere,
          I think,
   but the smoke
     is in the way
        and we can’t see it.

This is just a typical summer now,
          apparently.

I keep praying
     for God
        to bring rain
        to the land
           that so desperately needs it
        to the areas
           that actually need it –
               a calm
                  steady
                  life-giving rain –
               without any more lightning fires
                                          mudslides
                                       or flooding.

God, we desperately need you
     to intervene
     to do what only you can do
     to provide life
        to our planet
            without calamity.

You can.
You have before.

But will you?

How long, O Lord,
     will you leave us
        in this severe drought?

Please bring rain
     and heal your land
                  your forests
                  your crops
                  your livestock
                  your dry riverbeds
                  your almost-empty lakes
                  your earth.

Penance

Disdain
Disdain

He acted like
     he was above it all,
        with his slight acknowledgment
                            sometimes
              and sideways glances
                  that turned into long, squinty stares
              on the occasions he chose to
                  look in our direction,
              like we didn’t deserve
                       his effort
                       or time
                  unless it was intentionally offered
                       by him.

Bending over
     the kitchen bar,
          resting his cheek
               on the counter
          as he sat on the stool,
                   he smoldered
                       wallowed
                       sighed
                       glared
              and spoke only in vague terms
                           of her,
                  and how he would not allow himself –
                               fully refused! –
                           to be with someone
                                          anyone
                               because now
                                  he knew better.

It was pride
     mixed with arrogance
                and shame –
          possibly sadness too,
              if he were capable of that.

He was punishing himself
     for having feelings
          he didn’t want
               to have anymore
          for someone
               who didn’t reciprocate them
                     and maybe never had.

But it still seemed
     performative.
He wasn’t processing
     or quiet
          about it.
Rather, it was part of
     his persona,
          like he had to make sure
              we all knew
                 he believed
                 he deserved the penance
                 he was putting himself through
               so we would feel sorry
                    for him
               and he could respond
                    by scoffing
                         at our supposed ignorance.

Found

He needed a home
   and came across ours.

He met us in our backyard
   and camped out on the porch
       for a while.

From the beginning,
   he was friendly
       and affectionate.
He rubbed up against our legs
       and sprawled out
                   on the grass
                for all of the attentions
                      he could get from us.

We didn’t plan
    to adopt another cat –
        not yet.
The timing
   wasn’t right.

But he was persistent
                 sweet
                 loving –
        and still is.

We call him Nemo
   because he lost his family
         but he found
            another one.

He needed humans.
And when he met us,
   he trusted us
   and pursued us.

He grew on us quickly
   and we are grateful
     that he found us.
We didn’t realize
    how much
        we would need him too.

Regress

Non-Linear Growth
Non-Linear Growth

After everything
     we have all endured,
            could we not
         return
       revert
     regress
              to whatever
                 was considered
                           normal
                      before
                             and rather
                                 consider alternatives
                                             changes
                                             healthier ways of living
                                                    move      forward
                                                    learn
                                                    grow
                                                    adapt for our future
                                                      and do
                                                        at least some things
                                                                 differently?

Can we
          please
                 stop
                      trying to go
        backward?