Lower Things

Fire and spinning, oh gravity, gravity
there are so many things below us.
Flow'ring, fracturing, gravity, gravity.
It is the hardest thing, to drop, to fall.

If a Tree

Distraction runs like uncaged rats.
Frantic minds in folded hands.
In prayer attempting to forget
That God is real none more than I am.

I must believe in myself and neighbor

if I am to care about my own behavior.

and understand that dread importance of
every slightest movement, if I am to love.

In Praying

"Do not babble like the pagans do
Thinking many words louder than few."

I, however, can merely mumble one
At the smashing gravity that I am heard in none.

On the way to the Office

A man approached me in the street with an intriguing preposition.

So I stopped--I felt obliged by his lack of inhibitions.

"Among," he said, and wandered off--Went off to beg for dimes.

I shook my head, went on my way, stepping off in double time.

The music in my headphones stayed the same though the world blurred as I sped.

I tried to hear the rhythm past the thumping in my head.

Perception seems to grasp my mind, my sight affects my ears.

I hold that there are greater things than those I see or hear.

I wonder if it means a thing, to hear a poor man's rambling,

Every choice I choose to make exemplifies my gambling.

I must confess, I do enjoy that word which he proposed.

I'm far from assuming sanity--in fact, I am opposed.

It takes faith to take advice, to accept another's comments.

Though so few men do try belief in men with so few prospects.