PoemOfTheWeekNINE

sometimes it’s good to start over.

everything is yanked away and you can’t remember

nor could you save

the things that chance took away

floods drowning memories, time, neighborhoods, lives

mother nature with some help from us humans

erasing the past

making everything fresh, clean and new again

but that’s a positive spin

it’s really life threatening

life changing and altering

this will never be the same

sometimes that is a good thing

me, i’ve been lucky

nothing that has ever disappeared was so precious

that i couldn’t at some level understand (or explain away)

why it had to be gone now

but i’ve never had my house flood to the second floor

i’ve never been drowned in my own memories

left with nothing but toxic objects

i want to feel in my hand,

but they might kill me if i bring them closer

and this idenitity refresh was not by choice

we are not taking care

we don’t have the capacity

as a country

to solve everything

but somebody needs to pay attention

things have a way of getting out of hand

when you don’t

pay

attention

Tuesday, August 1, 2006