I dreamt I had a garden
in the backyard of a home
that doesn’t actually exist.
It is a long story. This is a short version: I was about to die.
It’s times like these, with the certainty of our assumptions, no longer certain,that bring a richer appreciation for the touchstones…
I walk past the morgue in the hospital
Underbelly on my way to the key shop,
Resigned to replacing the keys…
Underbelly on my way to the key shop,
Resigned to replacing the keys…
“Can you please let me go?”
She pleaded with tears in her eyes
She pleaded with tears in her eyes
I felt the ache in my head,
The cranial vessels’ pulsing beat,
My restless, trembling legs in bed,
The tingling in the…
The cranial vessels’ pulsing beat,
My restless, trembling legs in bed,
The tingling in the…
high tech and high touch
treatment scans and MRI’s
where is the high touch
treatment scans and MRI’s
where is the high touch
Princess bedside and stand-up telephones. Landlines. Ma Bell. Telephone booths. Victrolas. 78 and 45 rpm records. Ash trays. Analog photography.Alarm clocks. Walkman….
On a lazy Sunday,
I sit in the sun,
reading a book by the swing.
Some shadows watch over the unturned…
I sit in the sun,
reading a book by the swing.
Some shadows watch over the unturned…
There are days I am disillusioned,
When I am bereft of my purpose,
Alone in my office,
When I am bereft of my purpose,
Alone in my office,
Do you ever feel like a shirt,
With wooden clips pinning your shoulders to the line,
Left blowing in the wind…
With wooden clips pinning your shoulders to the line,
Left blowing in the wind…
In ancient times the knights rode out
to cheers and loud applause,
To fight our foes, those armed heroes, took…
to cheers and loud applause,
To fight our foes, those armed heroes, took…
Do you notice me?
Do you see my soul?
Or does attire blind you?
Do you see my soul?
Or does attire blind you?
When I am old, I want to look back
And feel like my life really mattered.
And feel like my life really mattered.
Epic, open, please!
Numerous charts to complete.
Will you ever load?
Numerous charts to complete.
Will you ever load?
Beautiful life so often forsaken
Let sounds of the night gently awaken
The burning desire to live
Let sounds of the night gently awaken
The burning desire to live
A mother in the NICU
waiting room thinks aloud,
If God were listening
waiting room thinks aloud,
If God were listening
I do not understand love, as mightily as I strive
Year after year flowing through halls
A healing river of humanity
A healing river of humanity