Poetry

Echo

It’s an echo in the dark that no one started.
That panic that wakes you in the middle of the night,
Sitting upright, heart racing, listening for any sound,
Then realizing, it’s the damn middle of the night,
 
There’s nothing wrong, right now, right here.
But, so much is falling apart that we’re currently holding
Together with bailing wire and duct tape. Sheer will
Keeps the wall up that is crumbling and cracking,
 
I know that sounds weak and quite psychotic.
That’s me at 1:05 in the morning, as I get up to pee
And check the locks and the deserted driveway
Hoping against hope that everyone is safe in bed,
 
Climbing back into bed, I’m also hoping to sleep.
“Hope is not a strategy,” some guy said once.
But to hell with that guy, when simple hope is all
You have to keep you going after strategies fail,
 
Trying to clear my mind, I read another chapter,
Then count sheep, or down from 100 by threes.
I watch the hours pass on the clock and the moon
Passes by the window as morning light subtly comes,
 
I join the masses these days, anxiously robbed of sleep.
Day comes, ready or not, and tags me to be next
In line at the stop light and at the conference table.
I’m trying hard to stay awake. Really? Now sleep comes?
 
Pops, 2018

Ritual

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There is an ancient way that calls to me from deep within.
This, this is my future path lost to me on the horizon.
I feel the sacred among the old oaks that stand with me here
And in the rhythm of the drumbeat my heart matches.

Starting the circle way, my feet softly walk with nature.
Though I’m lost to the destination, I find the route familiar.
A cricket calls my name and the rocks outline the trail as
The hawk screams “You are here!” and deer watch in silence.

I move toward the center and feel the earth pull me in.
There is power in each step to keep me moving through.
As I pause to lay the prayers of my family at the center of all things,
I leave behind what was, to focus each step on what will.

Shoulder to shoulder I stand with you, my new, unexpected tribe.
On the circle way together and alone, we walk this beautiful path.
Together, forever in this moment held gently in hands of the past,
Change moves through our souls to circle and embrace all.

Pops Blair, 2017


Cheesy

Given enough time
Feelin' the heat
And under pressure,
We turn out OK,
Though sometimes a hot, gooey mess -
Me and my grilled cheese.

Pops 2017


Heart Hopes

Peace in the world
Love in every life
Health in mind and body
Food for hungry souls
Water for parched lives
Cures for ravaged bodies
Hope for the hopeless
Homes for the homeless
Rest for the weary
Laughter instead of tears
Open hands instead of closed fists
Gentle words instead of angry shouts
Passion
Purpose
Presence
You
Me
We

Pops 2017


No Planet B

There's no other place like home
Nowhere else for us to roam
Like the planet where we live
Let us all begin to give
To Mother Earth love and care
Above all to be aware
Of all the places we can roam
There's no other place like home

Pops 2017