People Are Watching

“I couldn’t do that, people are watching”

It’s exactly because people are watching that we must do it

Do what is light and love and true

For if we do not, if we are silent,

we silence the Holy Spirit inside us

the voice, our Jiminy Cricket,

that instructs on all that is pure and good and holy.

Do it so that people will see,

for their sake and for yours,

a taste of something good

 

Tarantula

Dancing tarantula-style
All your legs and arms and form
in motion,
wearing draping cloth
that moves in a wave around you.

I no longer no where you begin and end
Your motion is blurred in the dim lighting.

Furiously and fleetingly
you move to acoustic music that plays softly
in the background,
or am I just hearing things?
Am I hearing the beating of your heart
and crafting a rhythm to match?

I clap in time
and laugh
You beckon, I dance
Flailing just like you

The clock is melting Dali-style
We are beyond time now.
Sense and reason have nothing on us.

Heart beating, soul pounding
Sweat pouring
I can feel our breaths

Then the music jerks to a halt
and we drop to the floor
beside each other,
inside each other
Melting into one mystical creature
Not phoenix or liger
but something outside of words,
not an it but a living thing.

Let us spread our wings
and stretch our talon-claws
When the house lights go up,
we will fly away.

Windshield

My front windshield is cracked,

has been for several months now.

Every now and again,

I have the money to fix it,

but end up spending the cash

on something else.

Yes, yes, we only have so many resources

but still

I feel this a metaphor for something:

life, probably.

The world’s problems are vast and consuming,

and we can spend all our days chasing

after all kinds of things,

that seem good and productive at the time;

or, we can spend time fixing the windshields

of our lives.

Ah, yes. I can see clearly now.

The crack is gone.

From a Distance

I went to an art exhibit with my friend, Brian.

The artist took pictures of large groups of people

from a helicopter.

Inevitably, patterns emerge,

just in the movement of people.

From afar, just as up close, we are works of art,

from concept to design to finished product,

heart, mind, and soul.

Do we have the eyes to see, the ears to hear

the will to believe so?