Rain Forest Bridge

To cross
you must first
trust the strands

to hold.
The second tentative
step precedes
the next,

each successive one
gaining strength:
here to

there, now
to then, a summoning of
entreaties
within
one’s faith.

Vapor meets cooler air,
forming droplets,

clouding the far side.

I have feared endings
and the strictures of the unseen,

but here
in this vast
swaying,
I know

one line
bisects the void.

Forget the clear blue sky

forget the golden shore

forget the secrete pathways

that others walked before

forget the drinks in coconuts

that exploit the passing trade

you go in search of paradise

in the wrong place i’m afraid

Forget the packaged desert islands

with a culture oh so fake

forget the holiday hot spots

that were designed to take

forget mind numbing tours

with nothing new to find

my friend I tell you paradise

is just a state of mind

Some find it in a crowed room

some find it on there own

some find it in a sacred place

where they go to atone

some find it by a babbling brook

or a car festooned with chrome

but some will tell you paradise

is to simply have a home

By

Forty Two

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Picture Credit : www.mindfullymusing.com

5 out of every 100 rough…

What is it

That makes lovers whisper silly words all through the night.

What is it

That makes the painter rush home to paint the girl he met.

What is it

That makes the poet forget his dinner under the rain of words.

What is it

That makes the baby find her mother’s breasts while sleeping.

What is it

That makes that tough boy smile when he recalls his first kiss .

What is it

That makes my lover run into the night when I’m gone asleep .

On the day
I declared to the world
that I will be living through my heart
instead of through my head, I
went for a jog, with Lucy, in the rain
made a dutch baby rise
drank too much coffee
cleaned the kitchen
did some laundry
watched the rain
said “I am love I am love” over and over again silently
had an argument with my wife
cried a little
ego-ed a lot
came to a better understanding
made a grilled cheese sandwich on sourdough for the kids
made grilled tuna for the grownups
wanted the grill cheese more
watched the rain
cleaned the kitchen
left the house
sat with my parents and really listened
watched drunk history with them on their tablets while the kids played a game on their computer in the other room
told the kids to get off the computer
then we all watched video montages…