We Saw

We saw how beautiful life is–
then it stopped.
Then what?
It just stopped?
There’s gotta be something more–
At least you’ d think.
But then…what if not?
Then, then…
Nothing but what?
A blue lake with water everywhere
And trees and sky and
All those things we need.
All those things we need.
And then a whole lot more:
A piece of toast, a bite of cheese,
That little dog with cute ears–
And then all the rest.
The whole onslaught of everyone
Who want it all done now.
Then a peace arises
Because it must
Calm is the place for now.
And still the thought of the dog
With the cute button-down ears.
At the end, that may be what it comes down to:
A few quick thoughts about what is really important.
And that would be:
An oriole sitting in a tree.
Your smile directed right at me.
An old Egyptian pyramid that doesn’t turn to dust.
A running shoe that runs forever.
Your perfume in my hands.
Well, really, its you being close to me
That makes me think–
The owl that sits in judgement
Knows that owls know how to think.


The Place

As I was thinking tonight
Three thoughts came to mind.
Then just like that I forgot about two
And the other thought just stood by
For a while– then just as it was ready,
That last thought passed me by.
So there I was was left with not a thought,
Except that I had one once.
So from there…where to go?
Not a thought in the whole universe?
Something must happen and happen soon–
Or at least that ‘s what I thought.
The end is the last place I want to go,
So that ‘s where I’ll recreate.


Maybe

Maybe I die shortly.
Maybe I die longly.
Maybe I don’ t die at all.
Maybe I just linger some while,
Or just catapult to nowhere.
Or maybe suddenly I see everything
very clearly.
The people, the animals, their friends–all of them
Are suddenly free.
To live, to breathe the beautiful fragrances from everywhere:
Old dogs who got too wet.
A rose in the sunset.
Sparrows who’ve been too long in the sun.
Spring blossoms sprayed with perfume.
The tip of a deer’s nose in the sharpness of winter.
The smile of a baby’s first breath.
I guess that’s it.
Life just sprints to–to what?
Small children playing at water flying from fountains.
Hawks soaring to see a world of prey.
Nomads walking along desert floors.
And two people stopping to say:
I love you so much–
Tomorrow is today.


One Last Rose

One last rose
before the summer falters
Before day turns to night.
One last rose
To make my spirit light.
One last rose to say:
You are here to see;
You are here to feel;
You are here to smell;
You are here.


Destination: DR Congo–sub-Sahara Africa

Status: post survival mode after the African World War (1993-2003) with continuing high crime rate










About This Place…

"This website is dedicated to the many people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo who have suffered and died."

 

The writer was a journalist, prosecutor, and Canadian soldier who is now trying to help the people who live in the DR Congo.

 

The photographs and the commentary here are solely those of the writer and his pet dog named "Bark." The United Nations and MONUSCO have nothing to do with this website.

Similarly, the township of Puskokum in eastern Tennessee is equally not interested.