Friday, April 10, 2009

Concrete Mix


Concrete Mix

I am concrete that will never
harden, that is; my ideas
will never solidify to the
point that i become an
intractable absolutist
to the extent that i become
tethered to outdated beliefs
and flimsy defenses for my
worn-out opinions.

I am ready to be newly-imprinted
with the shadows and light of
nuanced perspectives that glean
brilliance and vigorous logic.

I am willing to be re-shaped
and -cast into a winnowy statue
of tolerance and adaptability.

If I was the sort of concretizing
form that insisted on early hardening,
dictating my beliefs in the youth of
my ignorance and inexperience; then
I would just crack up,
broken by resolute tenets
and unflinching determinants.

I'm glad I can still be changed, that
I accommodate divergent thoughts,
and absorb fresh waters of innovation

into the mix of concrete that I am,
the evolving thing that gets poured
but never hardens.

Simply Breathless


Simply Breathless

What fluid life filled soul art thou,
to leave my heart so filled with pounding
throbbing aching need; wanting more...
so complex a soul thou must be,
to craft thy words from passion's eye and
leave me craving more of thee;
to raise me to the pinnacle of ecstasy,
and drop me,
falling,spinning, dizzily...endlessly,
into the hold of fervent adoration,
onto the berth of constant admiration...
so lost for words that I am simply...
Breathless!