Crescent of the Moon

28 Mar 2014

3/29/14

Crescent of the Moon

A tiny sliver of the moon. Holding on with only fingernails, it rides the sky. Come tomorrow, the weight of the night will push it over the edge, and it will disappear, plummeting into the darkness. Gone. Then slowly it will crawl back up to the crest of the sky, and appear again: a tiny sliver of moon peeking over the edge of the sky.

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Half-Pie Moon

28 Mar 2014

3/25/14

Half-Pie Moon

Partial moon
Like half-a-pie
Left from dinner.
I imagine
Careless crumbs clinging
To the pie pan.
It looks luscious,
With a toasted
Meringue topping.
The question is –
Who devoured
The missing half?

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Call to Arms

14 Mar 2014

12/14/13

Call to Arms

In a conversation with a young adult recently, I was struck by a reoccurring pattern I find in that generation. They want to overthrow everything America stands for, and start over. I know this sounds like an absolute about all young adults, and I know the young people in the USA are as diverse in their ideas as is the very makeup of this country itself. But there is a constant of dissatisfaction. And rightly so. There are some major faults in our government, and in our society. In short, the country they are being handed has problems.
I recognize this feeling of frustration. It is natural for a borning group of young people poised on the threshold of entering adulthood to feel this way. My own generation, the Baby Boomers, were hell bent on changing the world. And the world our parents handed off to us needed much work. From discrimination against people of color to the Vietnam War to a rigid sexual code. We wanted to change it all! Some, Like the SDS, wanted to throw out all the old and create something new. Thankfully, those with a broader view worked within the established culture to bring about changes without destroying things that were good. I think we did make the world a better place than it was when we were born.
But the journey is not over. There still needs to be changes. And some of the progress we made has slid backward into another era. I don’t recommend anarchy or conversion to communism, but I do hope this newly minted adult generation will continue to question. I also hope they will not sit at home and moan about how corrupt our government is or how capitalism is ruining the world. Get up off the couch of discontent and do something! Join a group that is acting for change. Sign a petition. March, picket, or sit-in to make your voice heard. Be vocal and visual. Be a agent for change.
As adults you now have the right to vote, and therefore, your congressmen/women are responsible to you as a voter. Let them know what you feel about issues. Call them. Write to them. E-mail them. Show up at their community forums. Become one of them! Find out how things got to be the way they are now. Listen to the arguments about issues, and take from them the parts that make sense to you. Then create your own view of the future. It is your future you hold in your actions.

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Black in America

12 Mar 2014

2/17/14

Black in America

It’s still not safe
If you are a
Young black male in
America.
Your life forfeit
If some older
White man feels the
Least bit threatened.
It’s his right to
“Stand his ground” and
Kill you before
You can kill him.
Even if you don’t
Have a gun to
Use to shoot him.
He just thought so.
Precedent set
When Zimmerman
Stalked Trayvon, then
Confronted, killed.
Jury said that it
Was his right to
Protect himself.
His word for truth.
Group of young men,
Sitting in car, chilling, listening
To their music.
Someone offended.
Demands they turn
The music down.
When they don’t, fear.
Unloads his gun
Into the car.
Kills a young boy.
Thinks it’s okay.
Jury can’t bring
Back a murder
Charge against him.
Only lesser.
What is murder
If it isn’t
Taking someone’s
Life senselessly?
It is unsafe
To be Black in
America.
Same as always.

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Office Eating

11 Mar 2014

3/5/14

Office Eating

When did eating at your desk while you work become something to be admired?

I’m sitting in the waiting area of a hospital while a relative has minor surgery. I see the receptionist spoon some food into her mouth in the seconds that no one is demanding her attention. When someone comes to check in, she stops eating. There is not time to be thankful for the food that is in front of her. No time to admire its appearance: the colors, the placement on the plate, the artistry put into preparing it and presenting it. There is no time to savor that first bite: the texture in our mouth, the first taste of sweetness or saltiness or the blending of herbs exploding on her tongue.
Today workers eat thinking the nutritional value of the food is all that is necessary, and that we’ll get that regardless of how we eat the food. There is no time to eat slowly and come to the realization of enough, so we stop eating naturally. We eat what is in front of us, with no sense of completion. Is it any wonder we are hungry again within hours? Eating becomes something to do, but not something we enjoy.
Generations ago, even workers laboring in the fields stopped working for the noon meal. Eating was done at leisure, and after eating, there was a relaxation period to allow digestion to occur. A nap. Talking with fellow workers. Resting in the shade.
Today many people work through their lunch hour. It’s deemed honorable and dedicated to not take time away from the job to eat. When did we get to that? Food is packaged in Tupperware containers for carrying ease, and eaten from those containers. Likewise, our lunch is often something easy to transport: a sandwich, chips, cookies. We eat because it is lunch time, and because we are usually starving. But after eating, are we fulfilled? Probably not. That’s why there’s the afternoon snack of sweets or salty food. Seeking a sense of completion.
I’ve done it. Eaten from a plastic container while roaming the cafeteria on duty monitoring 300+ children. Then I’ve come back to my room after school, and started on a box of cookies, eating like my life depended on it. Not tasting them. Just seeking that sense of fullness that meant I had satisfied my hunger. Didn’t work.
So, when did taking the time to relax, savor a meal, and recuperate get lost? In Latin countries people take the afternoon for lunch. I like that. Time for a proper meal. Time for a nap. Time to reenergize. And then return to work for the evening. In the US everything seems to be about work. Is work more important than our wellbeing? Isn’t it time we got back to taking care of ourselves?

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Mother Tree

11 Mar 2014

3/10/14

Mother Tree

Walking along a country road I see a tree releasing its leaves one-by-one, as if it was sending them out into the world as humans send their children. The leaves waved good-bye as they fluttered down to the ground. But when all the leaves are gone, the tree will not have an empty nest. It is preparing to give birth to thousands of new children when its new leaves appear in a few weeks.

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