ICING ON THE CAKE

The soul works through the night

Posing possibilities to consciousness,

A dream readies the dreamer

For challenges to come,

Early morning stillness

Reveals the status of the man

To himself.

We are all awaiting that great arrival

Where the random pieces of all our journeys

Come together

Into one grand understanding.

We are hoping to breathe easier

Before the final Ah ha!

Meanwhile, with all this heady poetry

Feigning depth and thoughtfulness

I have once again forgotten to thank God

For my life and all the attendant blessings.

My lust drives my thinking

And I wake up wanting more:

More of this or that

Or better,

And faster and then

Just a little more.

Not knowing 

how to slow, stop and reside 

fully in this moment,

I stumble sideways, wobbly, 

out of balance, tripping, crashing 

into and through most events

like some comic buffoon,

prat falling for laughs,

but no one’s laughing,

especially not myself.

The performance ends,

there is no where to go and nothing more

 to grab for.

All that I need I have right here,

Air to breathe is the first gift.

Everything after that,

Icing on the cake.