The Reflection Pool

Our books of self-help
and our generic fictions
don’t tell the epic stories
of our cultures’ heroes. If
those pages are the markers
of our many ways of life and
their growth in all our humanness,
we never moved beyond the obsession
for power, tragedy, and fear.

We’ve existed but did we live?
The records of our joy, compassion,
and miracles are few and far between.
The holiness of life  has fallen into
ruins and rubble while being
replaced with the greed of more,
pile after pile of stuff.

My life is in need of a rewrite.
I don’t need it to be Homeric
in my travels, or Shakespearian
in my loves and familial relations.

I want to give more than I receive.
I want to love more than I hate.
I want to walk, not run;
Climb more trees and rake fewer leaves.

With my head thrown back,
my arms and hands open wide,
I want to greet each sunrise
bursting with the light equal only to
that which shines daily on the
space I call home.