Quick - before the sun Dips under the horizon again Let’s make this one Last shadow rabbit on the wall Together Quick - before the rain Washes the sidewalk again Let’s play this one Last game of hopscotch Together Quick - before the top Stops spinning again Let’s just this once Relive our childhood Together Quick - before the match Goes out again Let’s light this one Last bright candle Together Quick - before the music Stops playing again Let’s have this one Last magical dance Together Quick- before the second hand Moves forward again Let’s finish writing this Last chapter of our story Together Quick - this fleeting moment May be the only one that’s left Let’s try to make it Last as long as it can Together
Sometimes a poem is a sudden tear You never know when and why it will rise Sometimes a poem is a vivid daydream It appears in color before your wide-open eyes Sometimes a poem is a fine sculpture You can chisel it into a beautiful shape Sometimes a poem is a lofty tower You can erect it into a soaring sky-scape Sometimes a poem is a naughty little girl Who mocks at you from behind a half-open door Sometimes a poem is a game of hopscotch Like skipping through patterns drawn on a floor Sometimes a poem is a playful lover Who creeps up behind you and says “Guess who?” Sometimes a poem is a bashful bride Tiptoeing tentatively toward an eager you Sometimes a poem is an April shower That makes the flowers in your garden bloom Sometimes a poem is a swing in the park That cradles you and lifts you away from your gloom We poets have a secret that is all our own One that we have never before shared with you Poems, like saplings, sprout on their own Laboring over them is a thing we seldom do!
Which me is the real me The person that I am Or the person I want to be Which me is the real me The person who chases mirages Or the person grounded in reality Which me is the real me The one who’s an alien everywhere Or the one for whom the world is family Which me is the real me The one who longs to belong Or the one who’d rather roam free Which me is the real me The man standing on solid ground Or the man who’s unmoored, all at sea Which me is the real me The man who has it all together Or the man with a fractured personality Which me is the real me The person you fell in love with Or the person you wanted to make of me
Why did you suddenly disappear Where in the world did you go There you are, locked inside your home Peering out from a half-open window How does the shoe fit on the other foot Now you no longer have the stage How do you feel when we roam free And you are the one in the cage Together we came to inhabit this planet It was meant for us to share You alone had the gift of sapience Yet you decided you didn’t care For millennia you have taken what’s ours You’ve used us to satisfy your need You drove us to near extinction Oh you creature of insatiable greed While you cower in your home, afraid We’re free, we’ll roam at large For too long now we’ve endured your rule Let’s show you who’s really in charge We warned you not to take us for granted We too can play tit-for-tat You’ll never know which of us did you in The pangolin, the swine or the bat
Don’t tell me about the power of now Don’t tell me about the farmer and his plow Don’t tell me what my stars foretell I need to drink from a deeper well Don’t insult my feelings with your inane labels Don’t make my life sound like Aesop’s fables I’m not in the market for what you want to sell I need to drink from a deeper well I’ve heard enough tales of faith and imagination I’ve heard enough about the need for self-examination I’ve heard enough clanging of the same old cowbell I need to drink from a deeper well Sometimes I am amused by your simple allegories Sometimes life doesn’t divide neatly into categories Sometimes life’s answers are not on a carousel I need to drink from a deeper well Frankly, I find your good cheer pestilential Frankly, my dilemmas are quite existential Frankly, I just don’t fit into your clientele I need to drink from a deeper well I’ve learned the lessons that a hard life teaches I’ve no time left for motivational speeches I’ve no penchant for philosophies in a nutshell I need to drink from a deeper well The inspiration I need will not fall from a tree The inspiration I need is not in a book or a movie The inspiration I need lives in my every cell I need to drink from a deeper well
Sequestered, secluded Cordoned off and confined We can stew in our own juices Until we lose our minds We can rue what we’ve lost Like our youthful good looks We can rustle the yellowed pages Of those old, dog-eared books We can argue, we can bicker And get on each other’s nerves Or we can stop, we can think Of what purpose it serves We can remember the time When we first became lovers We can recapture the joys That together we discovered We can remind ourselves This is a blessing, not a curse If we didn’t have each other Life would be a whole lot worse We can rely on each other For comfort and consolation We can inspire each other In our splendid isolation We can cherish our good luck That we are holding up so well Our home’s not our prison It’s our stronghold, our citadel Let’s become who we’re meant to be Loving, compassionate and kind ‘Cause baby, this confinement Is only a state of mind
I worry that I will never See Paris in the rain I’m afraid that I can never Love New York again I fret that my feet Will never again roam in Rome I lament that in London Big Ben will chime alone My heart cries for the ones Slowly losing their breath My thoughts hover over Those dying a lonely death The ones whose families Can’t even say goodbye The ones who are left looking At the sky, asking why It’s hard enough to grieve For the ones who are gone It’s even harder for those Left here to live, forlorn With the world at a standstill There's nothing left to do No jobs, no money Nothing to look forward to I can count my blessings I’m luckier than most My ticker’s still ticking It hasn’t given up the ghost I have a roof over my head My loved ones near me But try as I might I can’t escape this anxiety John Prine once sang That he had the key That helped him escape From his harsh reality Well he’s not with us any more One of so many who are gone And I’m left here, staring At this horrible black swan