I grew up fast, I missed my dad's advice, and I was forced to skip the passage rites. The oldest of the kids, I paid the price and grew up fast. I longed for dad's advice, adulthood seemed so daunting, so concise- no boyhood dreams, no bugs beneath the lights. I grew up fast while missing Dad's advice when I was forced to skip the passage rites.
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As life abounds and agitation reigns, and threat of war results from bloodied creed, world politics, like alligator weed, clogs efforts to unwind its bonds and chains. A misconception of the world remains that violent disputes and utter greed is all the future holds as they succeed, especially as media explains. I watch the sun sink slowly from the sky, into horizon's widely open arms, no city noise or army's battle cry, just nature and the small surrounding farms. Tranquility will always underlie the human playground and its false alarms. The sunrise gives me pause, though dawning brings new verve, its sunlight reaches in despite my optic nerve still trying to block possibility. The sunlight that I see consists of photon streams that traveled through dark space, surviving harsh extremes, unaware of its human utility. The moonlight even comes, while brightening the night, as vestiges of sun, thus claiming solar right to raise lunar visibility. As sun lifts higher still, my thoughts begin to wane, the turmoil of the day now occupies my brain, but no longer spewing futility. Sail, wind, planing, first dogwatch, then, before the mast, we let ourselves be cast away. |
AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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