A Few Moments

A few moments means a lifetime
Because a lifetime is short
and a moment is destructive
So we minimize everything

Left is left and over
Delivering door to door
Parcels of pain, joy, regularity

Don't you feel lucky

Simplicity is perfection
Because it happens in waves
A crest of ivory fitted over a chest

What not to wear
What not to think
Not to think on your own
Not to own what you disown

Don't we feel lucky

Breathing in the Broth

I was sitting up in bed, and felt tired. It had been a long day, as if God added four minutes to every second. That long. I couldn't even remember waking up. Yet I must have, because here I am now at the end of the day.
My son Eli sleeps. My wife Nicole lays with him. She occassionally takes my hand, and I am grateful.

Our contact with one another does not have to be constant to be real. I don't trust a married couple that needs one another.

I only trust the purity of marriage. The purity is one of carnage, madness, complete chaos. Love is real, and I love reality.

The reality is I am tired.
I also love my family.