En Route to Future

Here I am, smack dab in the middle of the Eiffel tower, of my lifespan.
A footballer on the edge of a gymnast's springboard,
Squinty, crinkled eyelids, soaring through the air at a target made of sand approximately 5,000 miles away.

Hey you, I am running to...not away.

Barreling down this narrow runway strip, chest up, towards the heavens,
taking off towards the change I can make in the dreams and the lives of the children of tomorrow.

Looking back is, adding chains around my neck.
Praying for your return, bricks onto my chest.

Galloping through the dawns first mist, flaming mane in the wind, over jumps and threats I fly.
No earthly creature can spook me, slow me, stop me now that I've begun.

Guppies in the School

I don't drift into slumber because I relish the wonders of sleep;

I merely yearn for the fullest sunup and efficient moments of daylight

I might sermonize, and alternately coddle, my guppies in the school;

But when I surface, new skills will replace these weary gills.

Marching my feet against this new path, the packed earth trembles.

Swallowing down stale fear-crumbs, my gut prepares for the unknown.

I Found Home: The Cantab [Lounge] Revisited

Originally Written on April 9th, 2009

Tonight, I lost, and found myself, in their inspired elixirs of language.
And I remembered, that I too, once had a panacea for this madness.
When their tongues hurled truths like chemo,
And their eyes spilled tales of redemption,
I cried for a year lost to cold, library tables,
When I hid out, a drenched barn-cat, in the stables.

I chose the boxcar where, the cattle stand, crammed, no room even, for a tendon to
quiver.
I chose the executioner’s block, my neck unafraid- the historic grooves just waiting to deliver.

But tonight, I carried these disillusioned bones of mine into an embrace that set them afire.
I wormed my way through the unified, the justified, the qualified, the deified,
And I made it, blistering and smoldering with something I thought I’d forgotten altogether.
‘Oh yeaaaah…’ I reflected, as I scanned the subterranean arena bursting with creativity.
I found home.