And so it’s begun,

this retreat into the sun,

anticipating winter.

~

Anticipation

remains. The sun, however,

has gone on retreat.

How Christ must weep when

he sees Christians crucify

the very teachings he died for.

~

This time Jesus weeps,

only not from compassion,

rather in disgust.

Despite the chaos,

if we seek deeper waters,

may we, too, find peace?

~

If we learn to swim

and not sink in waters so

very deep, we shall find peace.

Any hints on how 

to stay focused and caring

when s#!! hits the fan?

~

A huge, huge build up

followed by a huge let down

brings things into sharp focus.

Is it truly work

if you’re loving the labor

or is work about the wage?

~

Work is work whether

paid or not, but if it’s fun

so much the better.

Are you sure you don’t

want to find some poetry

as we grow fit together?

~

I would rather find

a juicy dinner haikū

with a side of Sedōka.

It seems, recently,

walking on slippery rocks

is safer than politics.

~

And what about that

slippery slope when people

actually get out and vote?

Thank you for your not

so subtle way of asking

me to fill in mondo’s blanks.

~

All is forgiven.

After all that exercise,

sure, you’re to0 tired to write.

On this very day,

eighteen, too short, years ago,

my, now adult, infant sprang.

~

Before we know it,

they’re grown up and gone and we’re

left to carry on.

 What will we become

if the lamp of liberty 

greets only the middle class.

~

A hollow nation

where homogeneity 

always trumps diversity.