I am a restless soul
on what seems like
a charmless adventure
coffee for the spirit
right about now I must
admit would be nice
but I can't for see God
in my immediate mind's eye
as being just any man's waiter
perhaps thats yet just another
unlikely job for a most joyous
Saint Peter
but such slack stab at amusement
would really have wounded my dead
grandmother
as she's never seen God as having
a broad sense of humor
the curtain's shadow dances
without worry upon a placidly papered
wall
my kitchen greets me strangely today
as if I've never beheld its kitchenly
confines at all
rarely ever
are my more vivid drapes still
and I mean this statement in more than
just the most obvious way
as the once so welcomed morning breeze
keeps coming back to me
day after deliberate day
with little if any real or additional
invitation
a limp like feeling of lethargia
blows bravely right along side
with it through even that of my yet
expressed thoughts
I'm not so careless anymore in my
creativity
instead I try harder to focus upon
my belief of the greater interest of one's
spirit
for even the general lack in one's ultimate
but still all too human being
makes significant waves in far bigger oceans
that of which mostly only the non earth bound
inhabitants are essentially seeing
in layman's terms
devise your bridges leading unto action
most carefully
as the dead truly indeed
are always watching
life
its like television for the soul..............
(Jan. 17, 1999)