Ken’s poem reminds, moments are time… like the weather, ever changing. Mood flavors Now… like the receding surf back-washing into crashing waves at the edge of the future… there’s presence… the granular feel of pain from tease to torment, and too, there’s release into the expanse of open appreciation, a full-bodied caring, heartfelt and essential… It’s all there, available in the flow……
DOWNSIZED
by Ken McKeon
The plus of a good memory
Has fallen off the charts,
I’m standing now
In the minus corner,
I’m something of a dunce,
Amiably moody, totally adverse
To everything that’s wrong,
Whatever that is,
I shake my head at what I’ve come to be,
I’m metronomic, a wig-wag, a counter,
I think that’s right,
It could be otherwise,
It’s time for me to loosen up,
I’ll run through clover later
When the sun breaks through
The cloudy room that is my mind,
How on earth might that happen?
Even the floating by of a soft grey moth
Could do the trick,
A dusky presentation of another life
Settling down on the lawn,
Its easy wings relax,
The warmth is good,
There are blessings everywhere I look.