Welcoming Arm

Never seen nothing like this before

Everyone running around

A man lays lifeless on the ground

Not sure who he was

Or where he was from

On the streets of South Bend

Under a cool autumn sun

The cops came up

Looking to keep him breathing

Not much was happening

I could see then

I was in my car

They were on the street

I have no skills to save lives

A subtle feeling of defeat

A man on the street laid out

Long grey hair

Khaki trousers

I could see what was happening

In a few days loved one will bring flowers

To put to rest this loved soul

I do not know him

And never will

But I am sure he has a great story to tell

He may have been a wanderer

Or a businessman

A plumber

Or a musician

His shoes worn in and worker brown

The paramedics rushed in

While others gathered around

I was struck with emotion

As the scene unfolded

No wife with him

Or a hand for holdin’

There he lay lifeless

All I do is ask the good lord to bless

This man and either deliver him safely

Back into this world unharmed

Or greet him at the doors of heaven

With a welcoming arm

God speed dear friend

Sun Bleached Dashboards

Oh Florida

I need those palm trees
And that warm humid breeze
The salt waters on the gulf
Even the tourists have forgotten
That even at oceans bottom
Smooth sands of Florida
Will remain to be
Those hot days with no reprieve
Sun bleached dashboards
The geriatric community agrees
That on a warm summers night
In September
We await the cool fall eaves of late November
And that is what Florida will always remain to me

Quiet Minded

This just captures the way I feel today. Not quite sure what it all means or where it is I am heading. I just try to put something to paper and this is what comes out. My mind does not seem to have linear thought today, more scattered and sporadic. Probably a sign of fatigue but i must write on! Some quiet minded writing.

Pushing and pulling

Twisting and moving

All these parts around

The feelings burst from corners

Onlooking

Stomach churning wide

Open mouths yearning for life

Sliding in spaces

Hands holding their places

While fists beat upon chests

The feelings melt around

Filling valley’s under pressure building

Eyes bustling hoping to discover light and air

Yet there is just the simple sound

Of an air conditioning running

An elevator moving

A city bus forward thrust

Streets being lashed with rubber

The city blinks in a quiet stutter

Life comes back as quickly as it passes

Staring at the coffee on my glasses

Resting arms and legs on a sofa

My mind will surely not rest until this night is over