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Grail

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How does one put into words the fragility, beauty, and precious nature of life?  The more words we use, maybe, the closer we get–adjective upon adjective.  Or, perhaps, only a poem, with the fewest words, but bursting with meaning and imagery, can do the job.  Even then, words might not be capable at all, and we must yield to an embrace, a kiss, a memory, a lullaby.  My poem Grail is an attempt to encapsulate life, or at least a bit of it.  I hope you enjoy.

GRAIL

Even
a cracked and empty eggshell
evokes awe for new life.

The infant, you cradle,
as if a spark,
ephemeral,
of something infinite,
or divine.

Hold her, tight
and careful,
while she is yours
to hold.
She will bury you,
someday,
with roses and tears,
and tell your story:
you will inspire,
still, from the crypt.

First cry, first tear.
First laugh and first kiss.
Sips from the holy grail.

2020 Humankind

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Warning: this poem is satirical, even cynical.  No soothing pleasantries here.  Rather, I presume to introspect on behalf of humankind.  And I don’t like what I see.  As advanced as our species has become, with global economic networks, far-reaching social and humanitarian programs, abundant universities, and quotidian scientific breakthroughs, yet, I fear, we remain too shallow, too self-absorbed, too small-minded.  A ranting soliloquy I overheard at the gym (I know, not necessarily the epicenter of human achievement) caused me to reflect on the nature of humankind, and “inspired” me to write this poem to encapsulate this cracked jewel of human behavior.  Please forgive the profanity: it’s a quotation.  The number in the title–2020–does not reference a calendar year, but hints at the notion of perspective.  I, for one, will try to be a little smarter, a little kinder, a little more outward in my thinking and behavior.  Join me in the effort to be just a notch better today, for the sake of the species.

2020 HUMANKIND

The thing I hate about this gym is, you
know, that on Sundays it closes at 3.

3!!

I mean, what kind of a shitty policy is that?
It’s Sunday afternoon, you know, and I’ve slept all day,
and now I wanna go to the gym. I wanna
get pumped, you know?  Pumped up!

Boom!

But can I go to the gym?
NO! I’m fucked, man!
You know what I mean?

God damn!

What is wrong with these people?