Blur

Yes, I make it up
as I go along,
life’s blur a kaleidoscope,
sometimes benevolent,

sometimes far more evil,
most often, merely blind and uncaring,
a never ending ride,

brain rattling, breath taking,
a madcap circus
of half truth and mystery

where hardly anything
is what it seems
and you have to force yourself

to stop and let it all pass you
like a hurricane of color and light,
and then look back at what is left

at the truth left behind, remnants,
clues, far more true
than the parade.

About this poem

It’s not just age (I tell myself). It is the times. It is a society built on instant, not intimacy. We are losing the knack of opening our hearts, in favor of merely keeping up.

Jesus had it right. Stop sometimes. Get away from the crowd. Pray. Have dinner with your friends. Refresh your soul from those who would wear it thin. Then share it. At times, the wilderness is your friend.

Tom

PS – the picture was taken at Times Square in New York City, a couple of weeks ago, through my car windshield as I was leaving for Vermont.