when strangers chuckle together on the street (re-post)

(consolidating old blogs) This was published on 'hello panda' in 2009


there's a great rumbling notion
that tumbles the ocean
like the waves - only stronger -
like what pushes those

it's inside my purpose
and it makes me nervous
- in a good way -
a way that I think I chose

it's this notion that brings me
to ponder the question
- what makes us all
so incredibly close -

why is it that in a pinch
we belong here
carried by currents
we follow by nose

and that infinite, inconspicuous
wind that still grows.

rich wool

i cried last week
twice

over small,
big pulls

that i found,
pulled
a pile
of knots

big ropes
and small strings
in bowlines
and caught rings

a tangle of
think-tattered thoughts


but the keenest happ
happened
at the pinnacle
tear,
upon letting
the line-ends
go

i became
unraveled,

and, lauging
while sobbing,

tightroped
on that feeling of
woe


each time, my eyes salted
after the tears halted

me weary
my cheeks ruddied pink

and so what remains
are the richest
of fibers –
the best to weave,
i should think.

someplace undeniably great

why do you ramble
in insignificant lines
when you can curl them?

•••

i figured you out
and you're not so so cool; it's
your ego that frames you

and makes you a tool
if you'd just kill your conscience
and live like it's hot

take in the beauty
and love, love a lot - why, then
we could get someplace.