On Moving Forward – 11/15/2010

There was a man who wore everything backwards. Except for his glasses, everything else was worn backwards.

So a child came to him and told him, “Hey mister, your clothes are backwards.”

“My body seems to be on backwards I guess,” he answers. “You see it doesn’t want to look ahead.”

So the child asks again, “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t walk backwards.”

“Because my feet think we’re moving backwards.”

“Then why is your head not following your body?”

“My head seems to know that this is the front and wants to move forward.”

Then he pauses.

“Hopefully, I don’t have it backwards.”

Uncertainties (03/27/2012)

"I am lacking",
that sheer feeling of release
the moment those words escape
the lips, is also empty.

When was it? The first time
it knew no lightness, no comfort.

When was it? It sounded so crisp
so fragile that they'd break
and stop being true.

Here, it had stopped.
Without promise of meaning,
of solution, of resolution, of end.

Like it had always truly meant
to abandon it's self.