"How wonderful to be alive, he thought.  But why does it always hurt?"

-Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago

A Certainty

"This freedom came from the feeling that all human lives were interrelated, a certainty that they flowed into each other -- a happy feeling that all events took place not only on the earth, in which the dead are buried, but also in some other region which some called the kingdom of God, others history, and still others by some other name."

-Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago 

Tonight Held a Blessing

I had a date tonight, but didn't feel like going.
I'm not sure
     whether it was
 

             t h e    w e a r i n e s s


of having      given               f  o  r  c  e  d emotion
    time
       and
          time
             
                 AGAIN

(oh, I am exhausted),
                             

               or simply

that I knew              tonight
                                                    held a blessing.


                       Indeed, I have found love

in      a         book            of

            poems.

                 What joy b e y o n d interaction!


Waiting for me                     tonight


     was           my           own        soul.


          And     it     feels   g o o d

 to open
       the
           cover.

Because I'm Unearthing

Though it is far from Winter (and thankfully), I have uncovered another poem about Kansas that went along with some photos (ca. 2010):

A Kansas Winter 

A Kansas Winter knows no end 
but sees the Earth chilled to its bones; 
birds give their shrill cries to the wind 
and flee now from their fragile homes. 
The silver plains meld with the sky 
all colors blended into grays; 
the seats of Spring sit idly by 
as their ghosts wait for longer days.