Saturday, July 15, 2017

The lens that brings light to my eyes
dims and distorts most of it.

Yet my eyes are all I have
for seeking the few oases of truth
that melt into mirages.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Everywhere and Nowhere

I stand in the middle of
everywhere and nowhere,
with my feet rooted frozen
to the point where all paths meet.

My mind is in a whirl.
like a kite cut loose
being buffeted by gusts of upheaval,
going everywhere and nowhere
all at once.

Monday, January 30, 2017

The Limitations of My Senses

My eyes can see only so far;
they look so ahead
that they can't follow
the earth's curvature
to its very end.

My ears can hear only so much;
they listen so little
that they can't comprehend
the laughter of playful dolphins
and the cries of cut trees.

My hands can touch only phantom mirages;
they never turn towards
the gnarled roots of ancient forests
or the callused palms of a caring mother.

My nose can smell only fragrant privilege;
perfumes often mask
the stench of sweat and blood
that stops my world from falling,
like Atlas' mighty shoulders.

My tongue can twist only in some ways;
a muscle so atrophied
can't stretch
to include the voices
of the plundered and oppressed.

My mind can hold only so much wisdom;
the eyes of my eyes
the nose of my nose
and the ears of my ears
often lose their way
in the bewildering maze
of meaningless facts and figures.