poem – three good words

A good one

What book could you read over and over again?

Again, too many to count. #dailysnark

I am growing my garden

Tomatoes, potatoes
Carrots and peas
Pumpkins and squash
An orange tree

Lemons and roses
Flowers for bees
And apples in the orchard

I am growing my garden

Tending and touching
Digging and cutting
Laying out straw
Hoping the slugs don’t eat it all

I am growing my garden

Now the world broke apart
and is ready to fall.

This space where
rather than converse
we talk write text
at each other
not to, forget with
one / another

masses of individuals
so many I-s so many Me-s
screaming soundless
endlessly into the void

hoping for a response
but all that bounces back ping-ping-ping
is the echo of our own voices ding-ding-ding
ricochets and rebounds
off of each other

over and over and over and over and over
(why am I so tired?)
and over again
until the onslaught of words
congeals;

that deafening silence.

In the distance
longed for desperately
written about once again
murmurs of actual conversation –

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life

A riff, iconic

SoCal boy band new and young

Time has disappeared