As ever, I am blessed
by this country. As I
damn this moment, I
resurrect one that never
existed. As a wheel,
a cog, I am integral.
As a misshapen wheel,
a crooked cog, I
have been forced to
work. As
I am crushing, as I crush it,
as I am crushed I am
able to rationalize
my fault. As I live,
I can breathe. As I am made
safe, I breathe with lungs
not my own. As I dangle
over pits and fires, I am
daredeviltry of a prescribed
movie. As I stunt, I
fall short. As a wound,
I mostly just bleed. As a man,
I am thus drained. As ever,
I am blessed and healed simply
by dint of all I was born to
and no more than that as long
as I let that be. As it is, I let it be.
As it is I am ashamed unto death
but survive by
whispering, wait
for your moment. As it is,
that is all I have ever done:
wait.
June 7, 2017
As It Is
About Tony Brown
Dark Matter 
June 9th, 2017 at 4:59 pm
wow. Resonates. Had a Jungian dream….on a boat with my husband. We are in the dining room and they bring us a lot of appetizers one after another. My husband eats them happily, while I wait for the main course. At some point I realize there is not going to be a main course. There’s more, but I’ve gotten better about living in the present moment and making the most of it, however insignificant it may seem to idealistic me.
June 9th, 2017 at 5:03 pm
Thanks. I hear that.