Instant Noodles , Summer 2022
My Heart Now
My heart now,
decades older,
so easily dies
from raging fire
to the coldest
and blackest
of coals,
following the course of entropy
(its laws revealed to me in high school science),
settling in this
stable place of unrest,
its true nature
the inertia of comets.
While below,
in my stomach now,
rages a stormy ocean
pummeling the fiery lands,
spewing the slimiest
most putrid
sludge ever seen –
products of Death,
ashes and water
mixed together.
Once a volcano,
I am now a humble
Mountain,
praying for Nature
to make me new again.
Nelson
Nelson died
one cool spell in August,
too cool and too sudden
for his northern pride,
his sullied constitution
all weathered and beaten.
And sometimes the swelter
in the dead of summer
freezes our hearts,
stealing away breath
before the soul can eat.
If we forget to share
what Mother Heart brings,
inspiration leaves
(we hope not with Nelson),
and frozen wind descends.
Grief Moves Slow
Grief moves slow so I’ve been told.
Timeless really.
A well of Earth’s blood up through
an open vein:
A quick moment in perception interminable.
Agony yes.
Something not there there.
In the not there lies a good part of myself.
Good because my love was good in ways I was not.
Lost in him as he goes
this Great Venerable Being of Goodness
who will never be back
Roots clinging to this ground of being
which one day consumes everything
into nothingness,
not being-ness.
My one small seed left on this tree
must descend to the place it all began
when awareness first took hold.
There by the laws of the universe
rebirth not only possible but inevitable.
Must I die to be reborn?
