Frozen

 Ice is only a temporary state of matter

crystalline structures

hard, yet

so fragile

locked in the way they see things

afraid to lose the only form they know

but fear does not stop change

and flow will return again

Spring

 it was noisy falling off the roof

in large sheets

like thunder

temporarily eclipsing the sun

but now it is under my feet and melting

 America has the feel of friends walking around a hospice, refusing to say the words "Death or Die."

A year ago, we had a fully functioning American government. Now we have a well-equipped terrorist organization.

Yet business plans must be made

so people have a chance at getting paid

We do not know how not to wake up, go to work, pay our bills, attempt to chill out and repeat

But we will find out as your $600 cart of groceries shrinks

As bills pile up and sit unpaid

and credit card debt spirals

 Today I had an interesting moment that made me realize just how deep into the apocalypse we already are.

I was at a lake place in Minnesota, and many of the plants are yellow, there is garbage all about, but signs that people are trying to make a life.

I look into the lake. The water is crystal clear, but all the water plants are growing algae, and the bottom of the lake has patches of algae. 

Its the end of September, but it's been like 80 degrees all week.

Then I realize the lake issues are seen on other lakes around here. The plant growth and yellowing are all around. Some of this is seasonal, but much of it isn't.

Doing Laundry

 When I die doing laundry

(Don't laugh

I've seen my fate

that's how I die)

Put in my obituary that I died how I lived

(doing laundry)

and when the youngest grandchildren ask

"Where is grandma?"

you may answer

"In the eternal laundry room

in the sky"

 If it was just geo-politics

it would not be the end of the world

just the end of an era

we have been through rough patches where the old ways have fallen away

and the world feels as if it's spinning apart

and it is, we've hit another patch

in all of history we have managed to persist through those patches

but

we have also reached another point 

a point where the oceans can not hold any more carbon

the fishes are dying

the air can not hold any more carbon

the birds are dying

the polar ice caps are melting in February

instead of enjoying the bounties of the earth

we have raped her

most of us didn't mean to

its our culture

a culture built to require cars

 to get food

shipped twice across the world

before it makes it to your supermarket in cute little packaging

all that convenience so we can work for the men

who pay for the politicians

who make it profitable to

pump more oil

pump and drill

pump and drill

but orgasms never come

unless they jack off to their balance sheets

Being OK

 Ok is not that everything is right

its learning to breathe through it

to notice the little magical things

    dancing fireflies, butterflies

the reflections of light across the bed 

or hear the birdsong

enjoy the warmth of a hug

or a particularly good bit of jello

maybe your toothpaste made a perfect Q

or your kid's goofy smile

It's putting one foot in front of the other

and continuing our journey

because the only destination we are sure of

is death someday

and that is ok

that is ok