March 2

The Never ending Rhythm

Bum ba dum
The beat began
A chance encounter
A happenstance of physics
Billions of years
A bright idea
And the idea on clay, on reeds
On stone, on paper
On glass, on plastic
And now, here, in the waves of electrons
But the rhythm continues
Not a heartbeat, not one
But a hundred billion
We think of ourselves
As self contained cosmoses
Narcissistic realities and one man plays
All playing for our own amusement
But we all drink
From the same succulent pool
Deliciousness dripping from our ravenous mouths
Never wanting to turn away from the source
But all ultimately becoming full
The best of us adding the best ingredients we find
To the broth
Fuel for our journey up
From where we started, to a destination unknown
Do not despair, and drink deep the broth
It sustains, it keeps
It fuels the fires inside
The passions within
The music goes on
Even if we think it dies
It merely changes key
Sometimes to one only the younger ones can hear
But that is natural
Bang your drum
Strum your string
Drink your wine
Be alive
For those that can’t or won’t
Do not bathe in the dust of the past
Do not paint yourself with pain
Breathe when you think you cannot
Walk when you want nothing more than to fall down
Because you are all of us
And we are moving on

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January 27

For Addi

I’m looking at my ring finger
Chipped enamel still pale pink
Remembering Leelah
A year ago, my finger would have not been painted
Would not be a memorial
For a teen I’d never met
Fifteen years ago
Two became seven
As I broadened my understanding
Twenty years ago
Experiencing so many new things
Ways of being
Twenty five years ago
Sitting at the McDonalds at the Merchants Plaza downtown
Looking at the woman whose Adam’s apple gave away her birth gender
Surrounded by my eighth grade class
Few of them noticing
Perhaps the teachers
More of a curiosity than anything
The deep blue eyes
Of the man my parents befriended on campus
Whose flair was a stereotype

I still would change nothing
And I am very proud of both of my sons

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