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I Checked My Brain on a Flight to Spain
I checked my brain on a flight to Spain
And naively paid the fee,
But when we reached the airport,
I found myself brain-free.
The flight company waived all fault.
Insurance would not pay.
But why someone would want my brain,
I honestly cannot say.
Schedule
Something I cannot (apparently) keep
Consistent: a seemingly
Hopeless
Endeavor,
Doomed to fail repeatedly
Until or unless I (alone)
Learn and make an
Effort to change.
Easter Egg Hunt
Flashes of color
Snuck between grass, leaves, and earth:
Squeals, laughter, and tears.
Anxiety
An earthquake bursting inside your chest
Like a tremor through your very soul:
Which is more frightening –
Fear itself
Or this reaction beyond control?
Stopped
I stood in sand the color of sky
That stretched to infinity on any side,
An expanse of air or ground or cage
That constantly moved but never changed,
Rearranged exactly the same whether I
Stopped
Or turned
Or closed my eyes:
A blank page without edge or divide.
A turn to the left: no change of view.
A step and a turn brought nothing new.
Until the sand moved,
And I stopped, too.
Forward Motion
A step backward is a step forward
If you face the other way,
And the forward of tomorrow
May be the reverse of yesterday.
Or forward may be sideways
If you make a partial turn.
Yet the only way we move ahead
Is to choose and hope and learn.
For if I stop that motion,
All that I can stop is me.
And once I choose not to choose,
All those forwards cease to be.
Remember the Hangman
Remember the Hangman
Who came into town?
And, one by one,
Mowed the people down?
If we watch another
Do the same,
Aren’t we equally
To blame?
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