Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Reality of Death

In my logical moments
Death is liberating,
A permanent vacation
From pain,
From responsibilities.
It's cleansing.
It's solitude,
It's even romantic.
But in reality
Death is ugly
Even grotesque
It's undignified
Public
Cold and crass
It's melancholy
Death is the damnedest thing.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Sand

What are we?
Grains of sand on the beach?
Millions, billions, trillions of us
All of us the same, all of us
In the mercy of the tide 
Gentle at times, but 
Crushing and powerful 
Beyond our shallow imagination
Drifting, drifting night & day 
In a cycle of minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries   
Through eternity..... 
When did it start 
When is it ending 
The ambitious and brave of the grains
Try to know
To think they are somehow different 
Able, wise 
It's funny
Sometimes I hear laughter