John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

When I was three, I learned about fire from the kitchen stove.
I let it get too close to me.

While camping once, wild things’ eyes glowed in the surrounding darkness.
I didn’t want them to get too close to me.

When I met you, I wanted so much to touch your body and soul.
I wanted you to be close to me.

Now I’m so full of emptiness, I could choke.
I let you get too close to me.

I drove my Chevy van
looking for bearded clam,
my hand on a beer can;
sight-seeing with no plan.
Maybe I’ll blame Uncle Sam
for this broken dam.

Remember?
We rode a mid-day blue sky thermal
up to the skull of the half moon
that cold December day.

I’m in a bind:
I need to find
someone who’s kind
to help me unwind
into peace of mind.

I’m not sure whether
it was Aristotle,
Huey Long, or Pogo the Possum,
but one of those really smart asses said,
“If you look close enough,
you can find stains on anyone’s underwear.”

Somewhere in cyberspace
there must be a place
where I can end this race,
save my face,
yet leave no trace.

Cars skirt around me.
Good riddance! I say.
Without you on my tail,
I relax and gaze content
upon trees, flowers,
vast blue sky opening
my expansive mind.

Sometimes I think if I were to look closer
at some of the things I’ve done in my life,
what’s left of my ego would scurry down
a rat hole in my self esteem.

Prayer is easier
than a phone call:
The line is never busy,
you don’t have to play the numbers game
or select a language
or leave a message
or call back number.
God is pleased
to listen.