For Those Who Can’t Be Here (reposted from Dec 2012)

christmas tree in nj

While thoughts are of presents
And cards and eggnogs
Singing sweetly of carols
And lighting Yule logs

It’s easy to miss
All the ones we can’t see
Who can’t wrap the presents
Or put up a tree.

They’re the ones who stand for us
Who man the front lines
Whose lives are at risk
While our safe country dines

On turkey and ham
And all sorts of sweet stuff
Unaware of the danger
Making it tough

For the ones who protect us
Who promise to give
Their lives and their honor
So we can live

With freedom and safety
Although not worry free
Since the world is not gentle
When they disagree

They don’t have their loved ones
They’re far, far away
From all that’s familiar
On this Christmas Day

As you wrap all those presents
And try on those clothes
Pause for a moment
Remembering those

Who would like to be with us
But will remain strong
And keep us in safety
For however long.

…you are not forgotten…

(Reposted from December 14, 2012)

Adrift in Now

woodpecker looking

To crave a focus…
…a direction…

For when there is none
They mutter words like

But, while driving toward the glitter of tomorrow
Can they…
…do they…
…lose the essence….
…the joy…
Of today?

Is there another creature in this world
That has such a drive…
…such an imperative…
To reach for
…to grasp at…

…and, does that make us fortunate…
…or handicapped?



I remember
When shimmering fields beckoned
And tempting grasses, soft as down
Danced with dandelions
To tunes woven by sunshine

I remember
When tall trees whispered
Speaking of secret hollows, that fascinated
Home to industrious critters
And mosses dripping with fragrance

I remember
When soul aching need overcame practicality
And I twirled in those grassy ballrooms
And climbed those ragged trees
Gloriously drowning in the scents of summer

I remember…

Why Not

all ahead full

Does the question “why”
Imply discontentment?
For, to ask “why”
Opens the door
To an alternate path…
…one with possibly more satisfaction.

 Maybe, “why” is merely the human expression
Of possibilities not yet explored?

But, “why not” is a very different entity
For “why not” is a green light
Stating the road is clear
No obstructions, no delays
It’s “All ahead full, Captain!”

…I prefer “why not”…

Today’s Friend


Together, there is that ease of company
That casual glance
That speaks of understanding
Without the need for explanation
Of shared, hidden laughs
Of acceptance without worry
Knowing, but uncaring, of the warts

Will all that disappear
As I say ‘goodbye’
And turn the page
Where today’s friend
Becomes relegated to yesterday’s news
Of interest
But no longer critical
And that piece of ‘me’
I see reflected in her eyes
Grows dull with distance and time

It’s the potential for ‘forever’
That causes the ache
The hollowness that burns
That chokes the hours preceding
That haunts the evenings after
The possibility that what is today
Will never be again

When I say “goodbye”
Do I lose a piece of ‘me’?