Waiting
waiting for
nine oclock,
fifty five years,
Godot,
waiting for
morning,
saturday,
for
candy,
ice cream,
a woman,
a man,
waiting for
sunrise,
sunsets,
a doctor,
lawyer,
(the engineer is on time)
waiting for
truth,
justice,
and the American way
and hoping
that it will all turn out
okay.
– David Michael Jackson
***
Sweet Survivor
So sweet to see no tube
in her nose
no oxygen in use
no catheter
so sweet to see
three meals today
and water being drunk
with the words
I love water
Yesterday she babbled without words
today she babbles
with words
and rhymes
playfully
but answers questions
what’s your name
moonrock
so sweet to
hear my name
Little Man
– David Michael Jackson
***
YES/NO?
oh one who passes messages by bottles in the sea!
can you see me
can you hear me
oh one who passes dreams across the winds!
can you see me
can you hear me
maybe yes in the morning and no in the
afternoon and maybe tonight we will
ride the wind~~~
these are bottles in the sea
sealed by small hands of children
too young or too old to
struggle with answers
or questions
may we all still be young enough
to roll our message
into the bottle
may we
all be careful with the sealing
may we
have enough faith
to throw it
with all our might
***
Y2K Boo-Hoo Blues
forks and spoons may not work in a few hours
no more cars
no more tv to bother us
no airplanes flying overhead
making noise
no more traffic lights
no computers
no internet
how quiet it will seem
maybe the birds will sing
instead
and
we can hear the wind in the
trees again
remember the wind in the trees?
It was on the cd they put out
with all those sounds
it is good that we recorded them
so we’ll
know
***
winter and the trees have no leaves
Beauty is the stolen moment
of a single green field among
the grey of the trees.
Beauty is the sudden reddish brown
of the grasses
and the clear view
of the fields through the dark trees,
the daring of the hawk as he
somehow avoids
the barren branches and
soars through the woods.
Beauty is the single glimpse
of a deer family
in the
winter
***