The Library

-The library is quiet 

But the chair is hard

- the patron just beside me 

     Blows the nose with 

     Enthusiasm !!

There is a clock ticking 

In the hallway 

And time 

Has 

Slowed down . . .

This place must be 

A hundred years old -

Almost!

Note to self

Bring cushion

Next time -

And earplugs . . .

The librarian makes the rounds 

Every few minutes 

She may be lonesome 

     Sitting here 

All day with old books 

     And ghosts 

There must be 

     Ghosts . . .

Because -

This is not a public library but 

One which has much 

History of mysticism 

 And such

Madam Blavatsky must be 

Looking over us. 

Ascension

The cosmic wave 

From the core 

Of the entire galaxy

     Happened 

Ten minutes 

     Ago 

Darn 

Missed it !

This Ascension 

Is now in operation

Full bore 

As I drink my 

     Coffee . . .

We must work 

     Extra hard 

To find the light

     And share it

The powers that be 

     Might not 

Understand this 

     Because it is 

Within 

That it happens 

It is deep 

     In meditation that 

The blue light 

Becomes white light 

And I 

     Disappear 

Then there is only oneness

And bliss 

And I wish I could 

Stay there 

Forever 

But the old body creaks

     And the knees 

Squeak 

And I must 

Move about a bit 

Before I settle again 

To go again 

Towards the light 

     Within

Someone once said 

Something about -

If thine eye be 

Single 

Thy whole body 

Will be filled 

With light 

And 

He was 

Right !

Planet X

So it's begun 

The end of the world 

     For some 

Except that 

Yesterday was 

     The day 

Sept. 23. 2015!

A meteor or comet 

     Or Planet X 

Or

Something 

Without TV -

     Utube is just -

Weird

I must remember 

What it was like 

To read a book -

     All that work -

Of 

Turning pages 

     And such 

And 

Try to find something 

Good -

Interesting and 

Not too gross or 

Sad or scary

And well written 

Where is this author?

And why don't I read 

All the books around 

Here 

Now is the time 

To read these things 

I have been saving 

For 

Just such 

A time 

But there is a tango 

Dance 

Tonight 

And 

The world hasn't ended so 

I Might

Go

Prayer for today.

Help me. Help me. 

Please 

Save. 

From those dopey people 

Who want to 

Control me. 

Prayer for today. 

Bad Weather For Ducks

We all woke up

     Today hearing a sound 

Miraculous

And

Wonderful 

Rain

Actual rain

Water !

Falling from 

     The sky !

How it got up there-

     In order 

     To fall-

I'm not so 

     Clear on-

Condensation 

     "They" say 

. . . Ok

But the problem is 

     It quit

After I went out to see it 

And everything

Just a little bit -

Just a tease -

As our lawns are dying and 

Our reservoirs are drying 

We need it to rain solid 

For a week 

Like it 

Used to do 

I can remember when

Lakewood would 

Flood

- Most likely that is why "they"

Called it 

That

Adobe soil

Would create seasonal lakes -

That the ducks 

Would 

Sit 

Upon

There was enough open land 

Then -

Not so 

Anymore 

Where ?

Are the ducks 

Going to 

Sit -

To repose -

On their way north 

Or -

South 

Or - wherever 

They go

Where is There?

Waiting. Simply 

Waiting 

Old. Old. Country music 

Playing -

Waiting 

To board the giant metal thing 

Which will hurl me 

Into the air 

Press me back into 

My seat 

And force a silent 

Prayer

From

     The best 

Of us. 

There are no atheists 

In foxholes

Or during 

Takeoff 

     I'll bet

If I don't die 

Of boredom first

 -Death by 

      Waiting -

They -

The engineers 

And ticket takers 

Say 

These things are 

Safe 

More so than 

The cars

And the trucks 

Driven by 

     the half-drunk 

          Rest of us!

Rushing here and 

THERE -

There we are -

-are we there yet ?

They say 

We are -

Or should be -

I feel vaguely guilty -

For never knowing 

What that was 

Or who they are 

Or 

Where is there? 

Drama

Family gathering 

It's a good 

     Thing 

Repeat after me 

"It's a good thing" 

Thousands of dollars to 

     Get here 

To sit with people 

I don't know 

But 

They are good people. 

They will tell you so. 

How can I explain 

The fractured family 

And I -

Was on the other side 

Of the great 

Divide 

Left alone 

To survive 

As best one can 

There are so many stories 

I've never heard 

But that's ok 

I was busy -

Surviving 

Type A types 

Don't get it 

They can't let it 

Be -

What it is 

They must take life 

And wrestle it 

To the ground 

They have hearts 

      Which have 

Not been 

Broken 

Not stomped

And stood upon 

And laughed at 

And left 

And threatened

With 

Death 

Not to be too 

Overly dramatic but. -