Boredom and Disorder*

Lord, I am bored With this six week summer vacation An open-ended stretch of weeks With way more troughs than actual peeks, What with everyone else I know Having jobs where they choose when not to go: A day off here, a morning there, At times of rest when in need of self-care. Reaping the […]

Last Days of Discipline*

Why is it fine To be marking time At the company’s expense? What possible defense For hours and hours of mindless computing? -There’s absolutely no room for refuting How little there is of purpose to do In this term-end empty human zoo… The urge for planning and preparation An over-anticipated expectation, Slightly overstepping the unspoken-given […]

Dirt*

In the beginning, To distract from life, Gardening was my sanctuary Through a period of strife Until, by gradual degree, I found my way to recovery, The simple business of playing with dirt A peaceful way to heal the hurt. Quiet contentment with few distractions (Before discovering poetic redaction) Communing with Nature, observing her ways, This […]

Nature’s Way

I came I saw I panicked… Knee high grass and weeds in every space: Not the best of welcomes From my secret spiritual place. I’m bound to make my peace with it As Winter leads to Spring, An annual cycle of reparation, That digging, weeding, planting thing… Rekindling childhood I’m just playing in the dirt […]