I have missed the roaring rapids.
I have missed the gurgling waters
Which negate the other sounds
Like the cacophany of cars and trucks and planes.
The soothing, calming water sounds
Make me forget my pains.
I have missed the sounds of chickadees;
I have missed their delicate touch
Which always and ever says to me:
God comforts me very much!

Cy, Dec. 11 2008

Alienation

We are round,
Living in squares;
Round pegs
Fitting in square holes;
Our pain
Hidden in round bodies
Crying out
In square rooms,
In psychiatric wards,
In prison cells;
Round tears falling
On square tissues;
Round heads
Missing square shoulders;
Round hearts
Pierced by square arrowheads;
Round bums
On square couches;
Round sobs
On square pillows,
In square beds,
In square bedrooms,
Reading square books
In isolation,
With square bodies
Next to us.

Cy, Feb. 2002

Broken petals fallen on good earth,
Nurtured lovingly from tiny seeds,
Still beautiful, still precious;
Sadness and joy mixed in their veins
But broken now, and fallen to the earth,
To find renewal by another hearth.

Cy, May 21, 2002

I Am Me

I'm just a microscopic speck, yet
I am me.
They say that I'm not a person, yet
I am me.
I have no arms or legs, yet
I am me.
I'm just a gelatinous glob, yet
I am me.
I have no heart or brain, yet
I am me.
My fingers are only pins, yet
I am me.
My legs are only toothpicks, yet
I am me.
My head is just a lump, yet
I am me.
I have my heart and brain, yet
I am me.
My arms are fully formed, yet
I am me.
My body's fully formed, yet
I am me.
They say that I'm not human, yet
I am me.
My head is sticking out, yet
I am me.
They could kill me still, yet
I am me.
I am safely out, yet
I am me.
They say that I'm a person now, yet
I am me.
My DNA has never changed, yet
I am me.

Cy, Jan. 24, 2007