Selected Works

ON BEING ALIVE

Why am I buzzing
around this business
of being alive –
it’s so short-lived
after all?
I could obliterate
the racing thought,
put out those
lightning strikes
of memory
and “just be” –
as old Ma Neal
once said.

And why not?

Because, I guess,
it’s something else,
being alive,
undead,
like humdinger singing
from rafters,
like feeling the crying,
the heartbreak,
the healing touch,
laughter’s deep cleansing,
the sharing – and
simply knowing you
are not yet in that
weedy plot –

heady stuff,
thrilling!