(This poem was written last year and published by one of my university’s student writing publications)
You once told me
that it’s impossible to see
when the clouds refuse to move out of the way
of your vision.
What can you do
when life’s pleasures fail to negate
the self hate
and black clouds
squeeze your hand
like an anxious teen
meeting the father of his prom date.
So what’s the point?
Is there a moment that is worth it, and
how many moments will it take before it’s over?
Is there truly something more
when you’ve shuffled the shit outta your deck
and the poker game is over
and then what?
And that’s the million dollar question
haunted humanity since the dawn of civilization
the root cause of religion and in turn, all that
death- carnage- famine- inquisition- persecution-
glory- pride- and ignorance.
It is impossible for human beings
to take a sneak peak
view a spoiler trailer
of that glorious afterlife
of which we all want to believe.
Joy and happiness await above the clouds
we wonder if this is false,
if this is it.
Again- so what,
in a world rife with chaos and strife
and it’s an every-day struggle to survive
tell me why?
if there is nothing beyond this life
so be it- embrace it
and let those black clouds snuff out the light
one last time.
A valid point– now allow me, if you don’t mind.
What makes existing worth existing–
the answer is opaque
yet light as day
but often shines upon blind eyes
and grazes muted lips,
so use your ears.
Crinkled cold sheets on a lazy Sunday–
the warmth of a comfy old tee shirt
straight out of the dryer–
Birthday cards from Grandma containing ten dollar checks–
iced tea on a sweltering summer afternoon–
picking wildflowers to put in a makeshift vase–
licking the bubbly foam off a fresh cup of Coke–
memorizing that one minute conversation
with your crush before the bell rings–
those odd days when your skin involuntarily glows
and your stride has an extra bounce to it–
when the weatherman’s promise comes through
and it snows on Christmas.
putting a pen to a pad of paper
and writing whatever comes to mind–
meeting strange characters in a subway car–
rescuing lost turtles from country backroads–
fighting to stay awake through a bad movie–
taking a long hike on a crisp Autumn day–
sipping warm cocoa with a peppermint stick–
beating a game at the arcade–
letting snowflakes land on your tongue–
making a friend smile when they’re having one of those days–
conversing with your pet fish who is always there to listen–
turning off your thoughts and curling up with a book
and just forgetting.
Blow it off I won’t take offense,
It’s impossible to force one to see
when one chooses
to be blind. Yet
those hourglass sands of Fate
will call the bluff on your dead man’s hand-
what time and date one can’t yet say-
but I reckon it won’t happen yet,
you have unfinished business to attend
before your time is up
is how the world operates, friend.
So, you’re not sold yet- and
the car salesman’s patience is waning-
the stoplight is about to turn-
consider one last thought before you rev the engine.
Wake up before dawn,
take a breath of fresh air
and let the dewey grass
squish beneath your feet-
find a quiet spot
make yourself comfortable
As the sun rises,
take in the moment for what it is-
insignificant in the scheme of time,
a defining moment
in your life.
Clear your mind,
sweep the sticky notes off your desk
close your eyes
to the birds hum their melody-
a Hallmark greeting to the sun
You are alive.
There will come a day,
when church doors shut for good
leaving followers to pray
upwards toward a black sky
that may never arrive.
When clouds shroud the the exhausted sun,
the world falls into shadow
and every those on the planet
shall suffer the dark clouds.
Who knows when it will happen,
in a week, a month, twenty years–
but it is not this day.
The sun’s rays are sweeping,
tapping on your window pane
wishing you a jolly good morning.
pause and listen–
those songbirds sing for you.