CERTAINLY

isn’t waking up as easy as cautious sips of velvet foam and espresso, that regular cappuccino held with two cold hands on a bench before work while purple and maroon hummingbirds visit still dew-covered petals of tulips, and the buzz and hum in your ears of lawn-mowers as they release a musky scent of fresh death ?

isn't work as simple as taking notice of a grocery bag the color of beaches fluttering in the wind and to write it down without any precise or particular reason or rhyme, just to have it for later?

isn't god just a breeze, moments of epiphany as you listen to the patterns of guitar in your favorite song, or the line-breaks which break your heart in your favorite poem, or the clutch and grasp of your grandmother's hand as she gasps for her last breath?

isn't love something as obvious as the sound of cricket's chirps and the moistness of the grass and the silence that passes on a random picnic day with wine and a baguette and olive oil to dip it in, with that particular person, who could be anyone at that moment, just basking in the company of another human?

and life is as easy as gentle and moderate, serene and temperate and tranquil as all those things as life is love and god and work and especially waking up. isn't it as simple as waking up?

SUMMER BABE

the song summber babe has special meaning to me because not only is it the first real pavement song i fell in love with, it is also presently summer. the song is quite wonderful and i can't help but feel utter bliss when i listen to it.

it makes me feel as if i am seven, riding in the back of a station wagon - the kind where there is a row of seats facing the back, so when you open the window and the wind is rushing in you are traveling backwards and you can see the people behind you and their happy or sad faces

also makes me feel like i am with my dad playing golf on the course and i am trying to flirt with the much older cart girls who thought i was pretty cool for a 16 year old

and playing with my dog in the summer when my allergies were very very bad and i cried from being frustrated by sneezing, scratchy throat, and itchy eyes

or of the time i went down to youngstown on a perfectly summer day and stephanie and i went out to this lake where there was a giant drain hole pipe thing that created a mini whirlpool like from the odyssey and we didn't say a word or sit close to each other but it was as if we were one

something about listening to summer babe in the summer that just makes me very happy and regains my trust in the world and myself. something about growing older that makes you recognize how soon things can pass, how easy it is to get over something. something about it which prompts me to forget about whatever else is in life and enjoy.

PATIENCE

stuck in traffic but with the knowledge that i will move on; sitting in an airplane for hours waiting to get home and get a hug; yearning for a flower to grow and bloom from a tiny, pale seed

SUFFERING

teary-eyed folk in an embrace kneeling in front of a grave on a hazy, rainy day and myself in wonder and want to feel and know the depths of their anguish, and the reason for their pain

A STROLL

a walk for a while, a mile or two, is a nice reminder that there are many of us lonely souls wondering to ourselves how many children want for the love of someone else

HERE

one of my favorite songs is 'here' by pavement. i'm going to smoke my last quarter bag randomly, just like the song says. then, i'll disappear into the shadows of a beautifully sunny day

POSSIBLITIES

its dangerous to think you can make of the world what you want of it in any new moment - but its possible