Entry for December 20, 2008

sometimes happiness comes in small packages
and sometimes not 
sometimes in larger packages 
that meet the eye on fields 
on playing fields 
and make us wonder 
what was there and what is now 
it’s a strange place the playing field 
one never knows where one is at 
at any given time 
and yet the game keeps going 
keeps playing out 
keeps moving 
and time and tide like the poets say 
wait no no no no no not a bit 
for anyone 
stubborn struggling 
dragging one's heels as hard as possible 
a future of joy waives and says 
hey Bill hey Joe hey all of you 
come on get over here 
hey you bubba 
get your skinny ass butt over here 
and you know what’s waiving 
you see what’s waiving 
its happiness and future and change and love 
and you stick them damn heels in so hard 
that you can hear the scraping on the surface 
of pluperfect past tense 
and you waive 
ahem, scuse me, on my way 
here I come 
be right here 
any second 
but ha ha ha you don’t make it across the goal line 
you don’t make it 
to where the end zone lies 
waiting in lush flowers and crimson petals 
of roses and joy 
ahem 
at the 45 yard line 
be there in a minute 
but no minute arrives 
and flights pass with passing fancy 
that’s all that happens in these times 
more of the same continues 
luke warm no hot warm 
but more of the same continues 
ah is this life 
oh yes yes life 
is there a poetess amongst us 
that sings a song 
that even sirens find enchanting 
to the soul of our soul 
It is the dawn 
The sky is dark 
know what I mean 
hello 
wake up boy 
it’s time for life 
to run away at full speed giddyap.