I am
a trumpet
calling warning 
perched high 
seeing first 
being first
forced to 
alert to 
sound alarm 
and then 
to watch 
either triumph 
or tragedy 
neither of 
which matters 
to me 
for I
am but
a sound

It is with sadness 
that I write this 
dear Lord the beauty 
which You created is
gone 
where I don’t know 
the people You made
still remain but the 
glimmer which You placed 
inside has gone out 
and what remains now 
are just bodies lost
gone 
so I’m asking You 
what do I do 
with this now do 
I simply wait and 
watch until You too
tire of all this 
is there a match 
and switch to reignite 
or as You warned 
I told you that 
this would happen there

I am 
best alone 
to wonder 
and wander 
to write 
and recall
to forget 
and find 
to feel 
to miss 
and to 
learn not 
to accept 
new and 
forget old 
to entertain 
and enjoy 
my curiosity 
and to 
explore all 
things unknown 
and report 
back here 
this now 
is life 

If the past
was so important 
it would be 
your now present 
pasts have purpose 
they inform but 
hopefully don’t influence 
pasts are a
part of time 
there’s no one 
to blame for 
whatever is behind 
except perhaps the 
earth doing what 
it naturally does 
around the sun
maybe take that 
as an example 

My life now 
is focused on
subtracting not adding 
I’m heaving overboard 
things and people 
which don’t serve 
my greater good 
this isn’t draconian 
nor is it 
selfish when one 
wants to float
one must cut
ties with anchors 
both present and 
those of past 
wishing to keep 
you there so 
they have company