Poetry

Like a Train in the Night


Trees clad in Summer garb nourish and muffle sounds that we cannot or will not hear – like a train in the night,

Mechanical movement in metal presses down on Rail-
Gravity in locomotion without living fire.

Still we sleep untroubled in hammocks unattached to trees –
swaying and rocking in the winds of illusion’s lullaby…

Resting in the numbness and dumbness of mistaken identities
that curl up inside whatever we believe.…

Reflections

PLAIN CHRIST

Location and movement are important. Life depends upon it.  Where we are and how we move determines so much about our livelihood.  The inability to move can be at times an impediment and perhaps at other times a blessing.  Where we find ourselves and the freedom to move in given circumstances can be determined by so many different factors – culture, inheritance, privilege, domination – just to name a few.…