Submitted by Neil McKay on December 4, 2013
Our rag-tag rituals,
We gather in bars,
Listening to songs,
Stagger home to sleep it off,
Creating community,
With wisecracks and hugs,
Plenty of hugs.
Our need to touch each other,
Embrace the bones and hair
Skin and muscle,
These containers of our souls
Warm touchstones, allaying our fear
That we will die alone.
I want to die surrounded
By my drunken comrades,
Singing off-key choruses.
Let them pass my body around the room
Until the last bearhug finds me
limp and unresponsive.
Submitted by Neil McKay on November 16, 2013
Our comforting myths fail us today,
Even the angels cry out, "Why?"
But that question echoes out to
A universe that does not hear
The god of our understanding
Has one job: to right the universe,
To restore balance. He does not
Answer petitions nor does he weep.
For us, or for the animals and plants,
The microbes and bacteria, we all die
In due time or unexpectedly, what is the
difference? The angels don't comprehend this.
Being mythological themselves, they have
A purpose and the god of their understanding
cares for them. Because they live in a story.
We are not a myth, we are the universe.
God do what you need to do to right us.
That's hardly a prayer, neither petition
Nor thanksgiving. But it's all we can say
At a time like this.
Submitted by Neil McKay on October 8, 2013
The rain suddenly appears
Rips holes in her floor,
She holds on, her world is shaking,
But she is a stone. Finally
Eases down her lifeline
She takes shelter under a leaf
Takes stock of the situation,
Thinks,
I might as well go back to sleep
I will not be dining today.
Submitted by Neil McKay on September 19, 2013
Fall with all it's glory calls. Lets
Follow letting go of summers small regrets.
Submitted by Neil McKay on August 27, 2013
Sun holds court longer
Than expected. Night waits for
Opportunity.
When the sun decides
To take his leave, the darkness
Is already there.
Dark environment
The sun is an visitor
Always first to leave.
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