(photo credit: Star Immak, picture entitled, “Broken Roads”)
Shadows of doubt, grief, shame
shifting between the cars
As the early morning glow leans out
against the hesitant gray sky.
The highway becomes a raceway
to nothingness, and an
imperative to darkness.
Hopeful sun disintegrates into
a snarling, angry heat as
the sharp hills march
forward leaving flat shadows
lurking here, lingering there.
Soon the calming gray sky
will return and the shadows
will disappear into the long winter darkness
perpetually saddened, shadows unseen.
–In a Hospital in Seattle, WA Sept 3, 2017
Psychosis is like a whirlwind in your mind.
The leaves of perception blow around while you struggle
grab hold of one, to maybe understand a small piece of reality
The mind can clarify or it can dull.
It can perceive reality deeply to the point of scientific genius
Or it can shatter reality into a million pieces.
Pick up a few pieces to have a rudimentary understanding
Or see the pieces swirling in a tornado, cutting to shreds.
A quiet wind from a time
Deep in history
Before climate change
Before the the pressures and anxiety
of modern day life
Primitive wind, Archaic wind
Against the faces who stared
Back through their fog
The soft light glanced against
The simple yellow light laughed
From deep in the past playfully.
The light’s rays danced on
the faces of those who
could not see the razor sharp
reality of life.
Staring at the light glowing
a time when Earth rejoiced
I stood at a paradoxically
the whimsical light and gentle
breeze at an ancient
crossroads with faces whose minds
have long disappeared.
March 10, 2017 5:00pm