Tightrope Wonder, Discarding, After Backpacking

Tightrope Wonder

Precarious life,
To be present here
In this moment
Between birth and death;
Not unknown skyrocketing futures
Or dead-bogged pasts;
More difficult than the highest trapeze
Artist—our brief human
Awareness,
The poised tightrope balance
Of this present
Moment

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Discarding

On the way to the town dump
Our junk in the back jostles in the turn.
Dark blue clouds curtain rain down.

I pull onto the miry dirt road
Past tall leaning one-story screens
Where many dark birds and wrens perch

But launch to flight as I pass and reverse.
Backing up my loaded van to trash heaps,
I get out and step through thick hogged mud,

Throw out our old broken stand and chairs,
A rusted bike, worn shirts and old ‘genes,’
Failed hopes and my grouchy frustration;

Yes, and my bulging head off-tilted
With church dogma, loads of heavy tenet,
And too many years of clouded regret.

Driving home—so empty and satisfied.

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After backpacking

Yosemite
Half Dome
Granite monolith eoned in time
Glaciated but not destroyed
Majestic time lord
But unaware of anything--
Ever mattered

daniel
half done
fragile being decaded in years
ruined and soon inert
temporary time slave
but conscious of the Ultimate--
soon matterless

why?

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In the Light,

Dan Wilcox

1st published in Tipton Poetry Journal
and the poetry book, Dark Energy

"so many creeds, so many deniers" while...

I am so very tired of the negaters,
naysayers, and nihilisters
of the Christian, Islamister,

and Hindu sects
and various natured
atheist sorts!

See you
never,
alligator.



Too many credos, too many deniers
dogmas galore, secular claimed tenets
and decreed horrors...

Instead, here's a good word
from Ella, the poet:

"So many gods, so many creeds,
so many paths that
wind
and
wind

while just the art of being kind
is all
the sad world
needs."


--Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(not related, except in thought)





In the Light,

Daniel Wilcox