Why Sisters Are Cool

I called my sister today,

before I even uttered a word

she asked me if everything was ok,

then in a gasp I tried to breathe

she said then, what’s wrong?

 

I called my sister today,

before I even uttered a word

I knew I could lose my shit

and she would think it be okay

she waited for me to breathe

I told her I was tired.

 

I called my sister this way

I knew she would hear what I wanted

to say yet her patience is my takeaway

she waited, she smiled, I could feel it,

I could feel her love, it’s just her way.

I took a breath, and our conversation …

 

In the matter of a phone call home

I discovered love is always on display.

The Skeptical Administrator

Ever do we wonder,

if the joy really is about,

playing the game,

getting the right answers,

or at least providing a speculative

reason.

 

I rode a bicycle home the other day,

and each thread of pavement,

let me realize

exactly how far I needed to travel,

just by the sound it made,

in that region of my neighborhood.

 

They all look the same,

when we travel at high speed,

but it is when we slow down,

ease into things,

we begin to see the real nature

of every human being

standing nearby,

wondering why.

 

So what is it about taking the lead,

makes us all want to be

powerful

unrelenting and undermining

even at our own expense

because it feels good

feels good,

feels so very likely we are

on top of the world,

while everyone else

seems to listen

less and less,

they are cringing at the notion of making any decision on their own,

haven’t gotten very used to,

listening,

over and over and beyond the realm,

the fall guy,

the one who always answered,

whether we wish them to or not,

seems a rather skeptical outcome,

don’t you think,

or do you rather choose

a different response.

 

 

When We Last Spoke

bullying

That incident in the hallway,

seemed a thing of the past,

I thought we were moving forward,

didn’t think their strength would last.

When we last spoke,

you smiled and said good-bye,

the same way you had

since we met in second grade.

~

High school coming to an end,

the next chapter,

so many lives,

so few recall the memories,

that others have endured.

Yet we go forward

with our day as we always have.

Perhaps a sandwich,

maybe I’ll go for a run,

the summer is ahead,

and college, my God,

this is where I am today.

~

I remember the very day,

they’d been waiting all morning,

he slipped by without notice,

figured today he’d be alright,

but it was after school,

when he walked out to his car,

they’d spray-painted his name,

inside a circle of rejection,

They’d all gone to the dance,

forgot about him that night,

figured he was at home,

doing whatever they hadn’t

any idea what he did,

what did he do,

they wondered now,

standing in formation,

the entire student body,

today’s speaker brought tears.

~

We cannot forget each other,

in the present or later on,

we might think that today

is easily forgotten,

but for some, it remains,

forever really.

That’s the fascination

that becomes our terror.

We must smile a real hello,

we have to become the strength,

to carry their bags,

when the weight becomes too much.

~

We have to keep speaking,

certainly continue asking.

We must believe,

we are all in this together,

then maybe,

another day,

they might,

want to understand.

When I Listen

muddy waters

I listen to the blues to push you away

Nothing personal baby

Just it is so much easier that way

When I am feeling so blue

I just listen to the blues to push you away

~

See there is a horizon ahead

We all see it lay before our eyes

We all want to feel that special breeze

That one that lets us feel it’s ok

See there is a horizon just waiting up ahead

~

In the quiet light of the morning

I am listening to the music that moves me

Feeling the moments and triggers of my world

My reality is spoken through this melody

In the quiet light of a sunlit morning

~

I listen to the blues every day to push you away

Yet never believe it is you I want to shoo away

Just Listen

Around us all

Are moments

Each one significant

Whether noticed or forgotten

~

Someone down the road

Listened to that reality

And it was real

Had significance

Created time

And just there nearby

Another voice began again

~

The difficulty with life

Is that certain responses

Are exacting

Having been made

As a notion

A desire

A passionate kiss

And the world grew

~

Perhaps a speculate

Conversation

My eye contact might

Suggest that you

Could realize

We might be similar

~

Again a little closer

We might hear

A dialogue

Telling me hello

~

Hello, are you there?