Saturday, May 20, 2017

The Dead Are Holding Something Back

“The dead are holding something back”, he said,
But I knew not what he meant.
Do those who have departed harbor secrets they won’t share?
Or did he mean to say that they stand on guard, preventing
Some evil from entering here within?
“Holding something back”, the way a dam holds back a flood,
Or the way a spy refuses to divulge his source,
The way a curtain blocks the morning sun from intruding on my sleep too soon,
Or the way you don’t tell me the bad news?
Do we, the living, owe the dead a debt of gratitude
For sheltering us from some devastating disaster,
Or do they conceal from us some truth that would
Ease the pain of this tragic existence?
Or is there, perhaps, no difference between the two?

Saturday, May 6, 2017


It may have been treason,
or it may have been a great escape,
depending on your perspective.
He might have jumped out while the
flight was only halfway to its destination,
or he might have been ejected before the
inevitable crash, depending on your point of view.
Standing on the outside it’s easy to judge,
but sitting on the inside nothing is clear.
What seems profound and life-changing
in the moment that it occurs can be revealed
to have been inconsequential with the passage of time;
while the seemingly mundane things that happen
every day only reveal their significance after the fact.