A moment of joy
Lifts a solemn spirit,
A moment of pain
Gashes the skin,
Wholly gratuitous.
A period of boredom
Begins to feel normal, then
Rare pleasures disrupt your routine with a new witness.
Another brief maybe
Arrangements of dominoes in perfect order, planned to fall as imagined.
Causes with no demerit to explain a story.
One follows after another,
a toss of a coin, or roll of the dice.
Results unpredictable.
Happy and sad,
Glad and mad come as they may;
Throwing seven comes eleven or
Snake eyes for an unhappy groan.
Odds and evens,
day after day christen misfortune,
Bear-boned baptism by raw emotion
Cause misunderstanding of what’s happening.
Out of the depths
Life surprises;
Abruptly awakened,
A newborn gasps for air and
Begs for more; a sudden dependence becomes so urgent,
A rant addressed to nature
Needs attention to keep on living.
When learning to walk, legs turn first to rubber, then muscle to maintain balance, as you pretend independence.
Experience crawls out of the darkness blinded by sunlight,
Uncertainty stunts intention.
In the wiles of nature,
Expectations grow too tall, and fall over.
Habits worn easily reduced by fate to a yesterday.
Love sings a siren song,
Strings you along,
Fills your sails with warm summer breezes,
Propels your boat by her mysterious wind, but once out to sea leaves you in doldrums.
Children raised through fearful days with shouts of rage, or chants of praise head out the door to find their own ways.
Rarely follow cherished calculations.
Standing at the door watching them go, excited for adventures, you think – what’s next? Contemplate highs, reasons for caring and mull the lows, hope for smooth sailing but know better.
Joyful anticipation smothered by strains of obligations suddenly take control by the harshest of laws, as you look for a handle to open the door.
Mixed emotions wash red eyes, sad for endings, the lost and broken;
Cleansed in the present you may
See new directions,
Engage attention,
Ignite a passion.
Another chance, another maybe
Wistful for time to celebrate best of intentions you find :
Nothing is necessary, only apparent.
Nothing is certain, just poorly remembered, or badly written:
All narrative an effort to preserve sacred order in whims of the mind.
A glass half empty is never full
A glass half full never empty,
The difference a geometry of appreciation
Hidden in space
contained in maybe.
No one knows what comes next.
Every moment is all that’s granted.
To ride the roller coaster be ready for surprises and heavy breathing.
For all lives are nothing but a gratuitous maybe.
THH
5/31/25
Thoughts Have Hands 