ON THIS DAY

For on this day there is no peace,
for on this day some are laid to rest,
for on this day others shed endless tears,
for on this day many are wringing hands,
for on this day many offer hollow words,
for on this day they know they should act
for on this day they know they will not,
for on this day we think about tomorrow,
for on this day we think of those without tomorrows,
for on this day the sun did rise,
for on this day the earth did rotate,
for on this day God was elsewhere,
for on this day we were all too human.


In memory of the lives lost and changed forever at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.

OF BEAUTY

We love the flower, more so
if it adopts the brighter shades
of nature’s palette, and even
tolerate the fern, but only if
it truly honors the greens
it is supposed to bear and unfurl.
We save our spite for the fungus
which reaches up to us
with surprising haste, nothing
this day, fully formed tomorrow
as if to suggest a resurrection
from something dark and dank
hidden below the surface.
Still, we turn our back on it,
wish it gone, find it ugly
and never pause to wonder how it
views us in the early light of morning.

HUMANITY

Each day
I walk out
into the sea.
Each day
the sea engulfs me.
I cannot walk
on the water, nor
does the water part
before me.
Each day
I walk out
into the sea
and reconfirm
my humanity.


Humanity Trans

In my prior life as a Corporate attorney, I was profiled in the ACC Docket, the publication of the Association of Corporate Counsel as a lawyer/poet. They included the above poem. Oddly, and no one quite knows how, the article later appeared in translation in a Shanghai Legal magazine. The above is their translation (and their photo), although I have no idea how accurate it may be.