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Carpentry

I’m told you felt the clothes I wear.
I’m not sure you inhabited them differently.
Was it without a stain on the collar?
Is that the way it had to be?
 
I‘ve read your eyes became a well.
Loss grips the strongest of hearts,
Changes the heartbeat.
Blood and water wrenched apart.
 
I know of your fury towards the takers,
The highborn, the one percent,
The prophets of profits.
A zealot in name and comment.
 
I don’t believe that message is red.
Good news is more for living than dead.
Points are missed when focused on ends.
It’s the moral arc and the way it bends.
 
The here and now, the strings and waves.
Eras of mystery buried by days.
The hum of reverence, the turning of the dial.
Eucharist of body honors the way.
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Forgetting

Forgetting
Is a drug
A crutch
And a curse

It serves its purpose
Remedies the past
A prescription painkiller
A memory marauder

This crutch steadies the brittle
Weaponizes the worn out
Welcomes the willing

But it is indiscriminate
Tosses out the baby with the bath water
What’s broken with what’s whole
Until it’s all a wash
And nothing is dirty or clean

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Chilly

You’ve got the sleeves of your sweater
Pulled up past your wrist
It’s chilly, but not quite that chilly

I’ve got the scarf
That I think makes me look sophisticated
It’s chilly, but is it this chilly?

It’s that hot apple cider chilly
The fuzzy blanket chilly
Preferably with you chilly

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Smoke Breaks

I’ve always been a proponent of small breaks from your daily work to clear your mind, rest your eyes, and recharge your energy. For some people this takes the form of smoke breaks. Wouldn’t you say it’s a sad reflection on our priorities as a corporate society that people take up unhealthy habits just to get a small reprieve from the stressful grind of work? I have met people in my career that have done just that. They don’t take a break to smoke – they smoke so that they can take a break.

We as a society undervalue the benefits of a content and happy person. We focus on the amount of time put into a project rather than the gross amount of energy and excitement that is dedicated to it. This makes our most gifted individuals less productive, while all the while we operate under the assumption that they are more productive because they put in longer hours. That’s a backwards understanding of the human psyche.

This idea of the smoke break has applications in our personal, “extracurricular” lives as well. The average adult in the US spends 5 hours a day consuming visual media via one screen or another. If you consider that the average individual may only have 14 hours a day to distribute across work and other duties, that leave very little room for peace and quite. We are actively robbing ourselves of the time alone with our thoughts that is needed more than ever in today’s world. Our brains are shellshocked by the bombardment of eighteen different storylines from all of the shows that we watch – on top of the data that we feed into them at our places of work. It’s no wonder we are tired, anxious, and oblivious to the things that are most important.

All that said: we need more smoke breaks. I’m not encouraging you to take up the habit of polluting your body. Simply this: give your mind a rest. At work, at home, and at play. And I’m mostly speaking to myself.

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Steps

I took a step in what you said was the right direction
Away from the connection and the dream
Finding myself able to believe my own deception
I left behind the oceanic sheen

Now I’m here
Standing in a place of solitude
And you’re there
Probably doing the same

And I fear
You’re afraid to face my gratitude
Because you care
And caring carries pain

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An Evening

A chilly evening
A no kids calling evening
A missing you evening
Like every other
Yet a standout evening

A one text evening
A song sending evening
A year ending evening
Just like the rest
Yet a beginning evening

A cave painting evening
A dish washing evening
A coffee drinking evening
Just like the mornings
A friend proving evening

A spirit centering evening
A song in the field evening
A starry picnic table evening
Like so many others
Yet a back to basics evening

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Soul-tired

Soul-tired

Yes, there is lack of sleep
But this is an absence of rest
No actuality of respite
And no omens of relief

Pillow
Heart pounding
Wheel
Heart pounding
Inhaling
Heart pounding
Exhaling
Heart pounding
Living
Heart pounding

The smallest bullets
The effect of a mortar
The shortest words
The impact of a paragraph

I have a quiet strength
Externally
I have the loudest din
Internally

Soul-tired