Kind Words

Thank you

for your words, whether

Kind or not

Matters not

What matters is 

You wrote.

Took me months to look

At the abandoned page 

Empty for years so

I didn’t think to see 

But you wrote, as ever,

Exactly what I needed to hear

From my teacher, my spiritual guide

Through the journey 

The long turning of this decade.

Thank you

For your kind words, you

Once said to me.

And now to you. Thank you.

Action

We call it an “action”

I call it an outlet

A lifesaver, an avenue for pouring out

My energy, my outrage, my conviction

that you must listen to us,

must hear our concerns or

face the dire consequences.

We don’t behead our leaders anymore

The bloodthirsty mob will be satiated

With just your figurative head on a platter

But it will feel the same to you, 

Headless and unloved 

after twenty odd years.

Hugs and ice cream

Hugs and ice cream

cure the ills of the very young

or the young at heart, not needing much,

just caring and simple pleasures

cold melting chocolate, slippery sweetness

on the tongue.

My tongue is dry and heavy

the weight of unscreamed words

choking me into silence.

I’m not happy and

I don’t know why. The magic

has slipped out of my grasp

and I miss it. I miss being

the center of a tipping universe.

Now I barely make a ripple

and I’m starting to hate

my little pond.