Worldly Poems

I love the world

Like ice cold water

On summer days

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Pocketwatch

My grandfather before me, like his grandfather before him had had the watch handed down to him. It was dull, old and heavy. The weight of our lives bore down on it and it threatened to drag us down any minute.

I was given the old watch and saw that it was counting down to something. They told me it would showed all the time I had in the world. I wore the weighted chain well, keeping it polished and stalling the fade of its metal case. I had never feared and waited till it stopped. Through the years I had acquired many memories and had nothing to regret. Eventually I had nothing to do but wait till it stopped, happy to meet my end.

Then it stopped and nothing happened. For the first time in my life I knew fear.

Merely Human

 

I see the morning fog and know I breathe it,

I hear the nesting parakeet and know I’ve seen it,

After the dew runs down the warmth of my hand,

When the black gate reminds me of the taste of metal,

I remember,

that I am morning

 

 

 

I see the orange tinge of city night, knowing darkness

While people fan themselves, the heat of the night air

When I smell the yearning in the cities cauldron

My soul the fish under the unbroken surface

never a tranquil moment

I know,

I am not merely human