Straight Talk

You should be here not me.
I’m just sleepwalking my days away.
If I’m gone someone else can
walk the dog. Water the plants.
And mow the lawn. 
I’m ready to go.  Punch my ticket.
Put me on a train to anywhere.
Just take me away from a place where
I feel like an overstayed visitor.
The hour’s late.
I’ve learned.
Loved.
And lost.
I’m tired.
It’s time to go home.

 
 
Music Makes the Spirit Go Round

Listening to Ice Machines from The National
and the introspective sad absurdity of it all.
Driving down the interstate when a bird flew
in and directly down at my windshield as
I barreled down the fast lane.  It suddenly
darted up at the last minute.
It wasn’t the first time birds have come
to visit me. 
Coincidences don’t usually happen twice.
Caught my attention.
The spirits are alive and talking.
Wanting to be seen.
Had to pull over to the shoulder for
a second.  Regroup and smile.
Write a short poem.
It feels good not to be alone.
We are all connected.
No matter what incarnation we
are placed in.