Cruel Trick Of Nature



One day you’re playing and running in the wind and then you blink. Now you have a job, a family, and it’s your own kids playing in the playgrounds of innocence. Then you blink again and your children are having children. After so much time has passed in what seems like a heartbeat you realize you understand much too late what all should understand. The playground is unfamiliar and too painful to negotiate. What a cruel trick of nature to give us knowledge long after we can use it to our benefit.




What kind of a trick is this? Mother natures practical joke. She can be so ironic it hurts to laugh


I try so hard to remember

Things I wish I could forget

Such a rotten cruel trick of nature

Leaving me to always drowning

In a pool of self regret

Treading but not sinking

Swimming without thinking

Floating without the passions of youth

The closer to death the more the wisdom

The lessons now so clear

Seemed so hard to reach

Once so damn far way

The washed up on my beach

And now when reason calls me

Much too tired to give the answer

What a cruel cruel trick she has

Mother Nature the necromancer




She leaves me a reminder

There in my playground

The scene forming behind her

Ghosts of lovers lay undisturbed

Pacing curiously

To where the past seems so absurd

That cruel trick of nature

Making us get old

With eyesight challenged through wisdom

I have the right answers

I see clearly through my prism

Left with out an alibi

Just a useless euphemism

What a cruel trick


One Long Moment

one long


Fables and folklore are memories, stories told over time until they become forgotten truths. One day I asked my Mom if all stories are true, like the story of Jesus or Moses or Ulysses. I asked her if I would become nothing more than a distant memory, a distant truth remembered, the story of me. She smiled and answered me, “What are each of us but a story anyway my love? Don’t tell it… it.” And I have every day since


We gazed in unison when Aurora smiled down

The warm solar wind nods a knowing wink

United hand in hand with my first love at my side

We strolled the stars in amorous radiance

Oh those day we owned the evening

The sunrise ours to rent

But he glorious sunset was ours to hold to our hearts

While It’s opulence glistened in homage to our love

Showering us in confidence from her kaleidoscope beacon

Our tender union now budding and ready for harvest

The seeds of true love scattered amongst the night sky


Enraptured we strode abreast between giant boulders

Forged to admire from the days of ice

Time and age chiseled our names in ancient rock

As the boulders let loose stony tears of stories gone by

A history embalmed with the beauty of life

Shed in honor of two young lovers

Striding together awestruck in it’s majesty

Etching moments for us to share the rest of our lives

At the table of Gods we tasted the Meade

Dripped moments of delirium into our laps

The first breath of life of newborn souls

And times last breath

Together we pledged love to sunsets and mountains



But sunsets and mountains can’t love you back

Not even their omnipotent grandeur will glow eternal

Every tale has its beginning and every beginning its end

Littered with moments of time in shards of emotion

So time is all that we have left from our love

Fragile time destined to become tales of the past

But for now our time is eternal

Our moments to hold onto forever



No matter how thin the threads of time moments are ours to count on. Whether a series of moments or just one long moment they are there for us. And when ever we need our moments the most, that’s when our moments seem to last forever.