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I Was Just Thinking - Sean McDermott
Word
Sitting at the edge of the next word
Hoping that it fits just right
And matches the colour
And the sight of a thought
So it clicks in nice
Sitting beside the current of the
river of phrases that tell all
Waiting for erosion to rid the banks of
Fragments of thoughts
That don’t want to bend around mountains of mysteries
Solved by a sentence
That’s carved just so.
Take all the travels and faces and histories
Days that went on and on
Long conversations that
mined for philosophy,
Midnight at campfires
To waking at dawn.
Just for the chance to say
Something to someone
To capture the paint on a page
Heartbeat is slowing down
Mind opens wide
As the narrative makes its own way.
Land on the ground with beginnings and endings
And whispers of nothings that shine
All that was heard
As the words came aloud
Is that seeing and hearing is always believing
Courage will take the idea downstream
In the distance
Wherever it’s needed.
We
And they worked in their homes
And they sauntered their streets
And they stood apart chatting to strangers
who live two doors down
And they let their children
stay up later, and eat chocolate
And they looked in the mirror
and witnessed the distortion
of a lost sense of self-care.
And they did not know that all along
the raccoons and the squirrels,
the deer and the falcons,
the salmon and the perch,
were in their usual patterns
and typical goings and comings.
They didn’t know that the emptiness
was draining the anxiety from the tired earth
and there was a flourish here and there
on paths less trampled.
Good things were happening
just beyond the worry and the waiting.
We have been through a time together
They forgot pessimism
and found the desperate and lovely hope
that comes to the fed up and weary.
And they learned to stay in
and cook meals and play games.
And they listened some more
than they’d ever before
and put up with each other to soften the blow...
Of the hundreds of days
that had turned into months
Nowhere to go and nowhere to go.
Between Excuses
I fell madly, insanely in love
the moment there was a reflection
of a smile in her eyes, a sign.
Move forward, embrace me
Lean in closer, and kiss me.
But I was younger then
I didn’t know that I was talking to
myself and to others for acceptance.
I think of the lies, unaware alone
that the back and forth
was an exchange of boundaries,
breaking down, but I’m older now.
I cautiously stepped toward altering my mind
with alcohol and drugs.
Year after year swooning dangerously
with numbness and false bravado.
But I was younger then.
I had the eagerness for adventure,
to find the borders of fear, both fleeing from me,
and advancing with disdain.
How long is the ride?
How steep is the downward hill?
Those questions didn’t arise
until I was in a hospital bed
realizing the truth, that I’m older now.
The world that was mine,
held a cacophony of notes
arranged in dissonance,
a firing squad, hidden
in the smug faces of temporary friends.
But I was younger then.
I was alongside, dancing alone
>>
and finding the melody amidst the noise.
Wisdom carries the weight of regret.
I now feast on solitude and clarity
and the truth shining in people’s eyes.
But I’m older now, and quiet is a welcome sight,
simplicity a strength.
Concert
I see you there music
A clear pool up above
Shining under a bright light
Overflowing with colliding colours
of all shapes and sizes
Curved and sophisticated
Raw and sweaty and sexy I squint my eyes
and watch drops of heaven falling into my lap
through the cracks in the universe.
Making their long passage
from me to the microphone.
I hear you over there music
Calling me to change direction,
and miss the last train
Stay a little longer in the
swing and sway of your embrace
Forget the present and deep dive
into an ocean of notes,
arranged to turn my head
and remind me of scenes from an earlier life
Up the keys and back down,
encouraging me to be louder
quickening the pace, silencing me
I feel you at all times music
You have brought me to a calm setting,
when I needed to be alive
Swirling around, humming in my
dreams, play-acting with melody
There you are in the paintings, on the factory walls,
the hum of machinery,
the clang of regret, the last note of
happiness fading in the twilight sky
>>
We dance when I sing, cheek to cheek, arm in arm, old friends
trusting one another again and again
I could kiss you, you’re that close
Announcements
Daydreaming is allowed
Since evenings are stretched
The muscle of socializing lies
atrophied bruised and abandoned.
Who knew that time away
from those you love
would bring us much closer together?
Or that empathy would flourish
Little things could mean a lot
And hygiene is an option
somewhere between the land of clean
and the scrub brush of a burnt forest.
We sail with no wind out here
The rudder slipped from our palm
to the edge of our needy fingers
And then continued on in the
movement of a current
and the shaped wave from a past.
The sun rises, the sun flees
The clock moves to its own
non-sensical rhythm now and then.
I can watch dust ride on a lamp beam
Like skiers from the warm lodge
Floating downward here and there
Tiny moving particles that enlighten.
This quiet will not last forever.
We are prisoners unsure
of the notion of a release date
Yet silently we ponder parole
An early return to life in the old outside
>>
might seem like a pipe dream...
But hope is fresh basil on rice
and patience is a glass of lemonade.
Reminiscing about the future
should keep us, as one day passes.
Carry us back to our old homes,
so we can open our doors
and