Friends, Family, and Loved Ones.

As we prepare for this Memorial Day; a time to honor and thank all of those who sacrificed their lives to assure that our American society could continue, I would like to take a few minutes to propose a little thought experiment.

My purpose is to cast neither blame nor judgement but rather to inspire contemplation and encourage conscious choice in our celebratory behavior.

Many of us will gather in groups, Monday, to pay tribute to our fallen ancestors. Imagine you are there, in that gathering now, well before you actually arrive. Think about this example, and let your conscience be the guide to your personal behavior.

Picture in your mind, the celebratory environment you plan. Imagine the size of the crowd. Think about the personalities of the people with whom you will be gathering. Consider their occupations and the number of people they must interact with daily and the closeness of those interactions. Contemplate, based on those factors, how many of the people gathered will be wearing masks and how many will not. Honestly and fearlessly reflect on whether you or your immediate family will be masked or unmasked. Do you have that image firmly in your mind?

Now comes the hard part- please read the remainder with an open mind and do not assume any prejudice!

Imagine that at the culmination of the celebration, a time comes for everyone in the crowd to draw a handgun and fire all rounds straight up, into the air- kind of a all guns salute to the fallen. Appropriate, since we are honoring those who fell in battle to assure our freedom.

Thinking back of the image you formed earlier of your holiday crowd, imagine that all those wearing masks are firing blanks and all those without are firing live rounds.

Ask yourselves, in all honesty, would you wish that you and your family, friends, and loved ones were also wearing military helmets or had, even, chosen to celebrate somewhere else?

On The Borderline Again

His smarmy tongue waggles,
weaving glowing gossamers, clouding hearts and minds
with mists of glittering unreason.

His garbled glossolalia

explains inexplicable,

defends indefensible,

justifies vast injustices.

Before his words, miasmas
of fecund decay shift,
begins to resemble aromas
of lavender and roses.

Venomously,

crass caresses

of slimy snake oil

conceal cuts of serrated steel.

Hope and reason succumbs
to resignation and despair.
Luminous hope drowns struggling
in seas of gilded sludge.

As growing thick dark shrouds

envelop all, he pauses,

draws breath, smiles.

In that instant his spells shatter!

Plug your ears, Ulysses!
There are no second chances.

Unwelcome Outcome

And another month begins

Ushered in by yet another

Madcap rushing to complete

All that last month went undone.

The month is not yet  even born
While here I sob and wonder

Already sinking in defeat

By all remaining to be done.

With body aching in fatigue,
Motivation rent asunder,

Wishing for some magic cheat

To finish ‘fore the rising sun.

All these pale before the pain

Of knowing I’ve myself to blame.

The Reader’s Power

When I was younger,

Before the hiatus,

I filled journals for fun

With poetic musings.

I did that for me

And no other reason

But one day I stopped,

It went “out of season”.

Now that I’m older

I can’t help but wonder,

Would I have stopped 

Writing when younger,

If post-it notes penned

By some random strangers

Happened to appear

In handwritten journals?

Paralytic Inaction

Fear paralysis: 

“everything we do will fail”

motivates our inaction

Faith paralysis:

“God will make it all work out” 

motivates our inaction.

Grief paralysis:

“without you, there is no point”

motivates our inaction.

Grace paralysis:

“there is some reason for this”

motivates our inaction.

Hope paralysis:

“someday, it will get better”

motivates our inaction.

Hate paralysis:

“you ass, this is all your fault”

motivates our inaction.

Not one of these states,

Fear, Faith, Grief, Grace, Hope, or Hate,

will make things better.

Only action can do that.

Only you can make it so.