IWeSisyphus

When did cautious become 
a thing when did
disbelief and suspicion become
the emotions du jour
served cold with a
side of chilled apathy
when did we start
losing our foot holds
on the side of
maybe better mountain as
we en mass scratched
and clawed to the
top only to discover
that we are indeed
just Sisyphus tasked with
an unyielding unwieldy foe
an eternity or what
seems like one of
pushing up something or
someone never meant to
be there with us
why do we feel
compelled to take anyone
along with us when
life itself is hard
enough if I had
known back then that
the people and relationships
that I gathered and
kept in pockets and
bundles and bags throughout
my life would be
my very own boulder
to push uphill for
eternity I would have
remained as naked as
the day I was
born with no pockets
ever needing to fill

HaveIHaveYou

Have I become sour
or has the world
itself curdled turned into
some gloppy chunky mess
having once been trustworthy
and now cautiously suspicious
do I listen to
others intently and curiously
or do I listen
like a weary prosecutor
waiting for the lie
do I talk myself
out of others anticipating
becoming collateral damage in
the folly of their
lives I do remember
being years ago defiant
but lately I crouch
down covering my ears
waiting for the explosion
which is surely coming

Resurrection (for Raphael)

And so this morning 
Raphael asked if I
believed in the resurrection
At first I thought
no but after studying
him I admitted yes
What changed your mind
he asked Well you
did I cautiously replied
Before you there were
others so many others
that left me in
a state of heartbroken despair
and I just figure
that if the possibility
of my love could
be resurrected then by
all means anything’s possible

MeMirror

I have enjoyed a 
great life filled with
adventure and many opportunities
I have felt loved
and I have given
love and I have
laughed
not just at things
or at others or
at other’s things but
at myself as well
And now as I
sit in this my
last phase of life
I spend most time
in front of the
mirror and reflecting most
upon my wrinkles for
it is within them
where I can see
all of the others
who’ve walked with me