The Three Hundred Ninth, November 5, 2011

Today I live
despite the world
rising on wings
so far above

eagles are below
as I climb higher
passing the clouds
gliding through rainbows

misted blurred vision
smoothes all edges
creating a tapestry
fog hugging rivers

passing overhead
no details seen
as morning rises
gently over the land

so many lives exist
going calmly on
I may never touch
very far bellow

are they even real
or pieces of my dreams
do their lives depend
upon my imagination

or what if someone
standing looking up
has the same thought
and we both hold our breath.....

The Three Hundred Tenth, November 6, 2011

there is a hand inside
clenching tight a fist
nails digging deep
no relief in sight

stomach drawn tight
dropping to the knees
dizziness engulfs all
dancing spots in sight

sharp urge to heave
nothing there for it
too weak to resist
another wracking

no sense crying more
no one heeds the sound
struggle to find something
anything to calm it

pray for sleep to come
then you do not know
it haunts your dreams
but it is your only rest

too many children know
too many children feel
they live with this daily
hunger as a teddy bear

think about them this year
as you plan your holiday
remembering their lack
as you offer your thanks