2009.12.26 — Alone In My Thoughts: A Poem

Alone in my thoughts,

I think alone

And the world goes on.

I think, at first, without me.

Then later, much much later,

I think 'How silly is that!

My breath is the air of life — no breath no thought.'

A baked bean is small compensation

For a lonely life,

So I endeavour to be happy and

Fulfilled without acquaintances or friendship.

Don't mistake me for a hermit!

I love the sound of laughter,

The chattering mundanities of love gone wrong

The price of oranges

And the hard lot of the Saskatchewan farmer during this drought.

But I am alone in my thoughts;

And I prefer it that way.

Before me stands a tall graceful cedar,

The air moves its limbs.

I write a Haiku:

Verdant cedar. Bend

Bow before the wind, bounce back

Solitary soul.

Alone with my thoughts,

Crying is hard to do,

And laughing, too.

2009.12.20 — Quiet Thoughts: A December Poem

Quiet Thoughts In A December Mall

The rains of winter in Vancouver fall;

At times lightly, at times vigorously

Artificial snow falls from shop windows

In malls with cloud darkened skylights.

Somehow, despite the hurrying big people dragging

Tired small people in quick

Marches to

Nowhere obvious, I find peace here.

I quiet my mind as I sit.

I connect with us all and gently laugh at

My foibles I see in us.

Hurry scurry, hurry scurry to where we

Already are.

Yes, this is me. In a rush to where I am.

In a mall.

Watching winter rains

Fall.