Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Of all the loves mine to cherish




I felt love in the thorns that scratched
my hide until I bled running through Indian
Forest barefoot and alone the trees my
home away away away from all the worries
grown ups silently shouted.

I felt love in the musk of ancient walls
left witness to weep into the moss
that watched civilization torn asunder
through dark ages and enlightenment
and two world wars.

I felt love in the sky and the stars so close
they tickled my ears as they whirligigged
over the Rocky Mountains spinning stories
and songs the brook babbled into lullabies
by my sleeping bag.

But of all the loves mine to cherish
none compared to the wild child wonder
I felt with my boys from the womb, to my arms
to my heart torn by thorns as they ran
into the forest of the world.


Thursday, April 7, 2016

Urban Worship




trash bins rattle like Buddhist temple bells

calling to morning devotions



coffee water boils in chant

each burst bubble releases a prayer



meditate upon transformation

as beans transubstantiate water



dodge the cat as I go out the door

Durga must be near



huddle with strangers at the bus stop

our darshan a holy lack of eye contact



like the sacred pause riding the elevator

our worship in the communion of silence 



                        ~*~


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Not Yet Rain

We each have our own reactions to tornado warnings. Some took baths, some soldiered on at work, others baked cookies. I nipped into a nearby woodland before the storm arrived. This is that moment.




   Before a storm
   rustles restless
   clouds swirl white and grey
   like flamenco petticoats
   above the pines

   my mind quiets
   listens to trees’
   hushed reverie
   as I wander
   drawn to silence

   as to Siren song
   into the woods
   where the air rests
   thick with the musk
   of not yet rain

 
             ~*~

Sunday, January 10, 2016

A New Year, a New Word





In surveying the landscape of the New Year, the US elections loom large. If the past six months are any indication, I suspect we shall need new words to describe what we thought were unattainable moments of irrationality in various campaign speeches. Here is one such word from the realm of physics:


                                  Bozon: The imaginary quantum unit of stupidity.

The etymology of "bozon" remains mysterious. My conjecture is that its origin predates the internet. I propose a possible root of "Bozo" as in "Bozo the Clown," clearly an archaic reference. 





According to the Urban Dictionary (UD), "bozon" is a term related to "fermion" (a subatomic particle that includes quarks and leptons). The UD further provides a (spurious?) definition of fermion as an element that assists in fermentation. This made me imagine fermion as a catalyst for inebriation, but the UD's example involved fermenting corn to produce ethanol. Revenons à nos moutons. Bozon is not etymologically derived from fermion, but shares the "-on" suffix, which is handy poetically speaking. It may also be related to another term from physics, “boson.” However, the decisive factor resides in usage. The UD demonstrates:



                                  The accepted response to being called a bozon:


                                  Nerd 1: Adam, you are such a bozon.


                                  Nerd 2: Yeah, well, at least I am not a fermion.



So I suppose, if you really wanted to insult someone, you could call them a "bozon to the 10th degree." Or a fermion. (Note that fermions may have “spin,” a familiar characteristic of political rhetoric.)




Alternatively, you might rate a speech by how many bozons it transmitted into the airwaves. When candidates demonstrate a thorough lack of concern for actual people (as opposed to demographics) and problems to be solved (rather than hot-button issues), we are reduced to bozon counting when they speak. Perhaps it would help ease the tension of the election process if we offered a booby prize, rather than the presidency, to those who accumulate the most bozons. Then, just like in peewee rainbow soccer, everybody wins! ...Yay!






~*~