December 26, 2007 – 5:50 pm
Friday finally came to the country burg
and all the town’s folk were there.
Excepting, of course, the four babies,
their sitters, and crabby Aunt Molly
who sat at home doing her hair.
By two PM on this uncommon day,
all animals were tended the day’s last care.
Tractors were quieted, last hay pitched,
families were gathered and piled in the truck,
then on to the big city, some praying a prayer.
After more than three hours, almost four,
a massive stadium claimed their collective stare.
Home of their favorite NFL team of them all,
it blocked only a fraction of the vast cityscape.
They were proud of Smalldale, but it didn’t compare.
Nervous and stunned, tickets in hand, Smalldale’s
faithful lurched to the gate, as if on a dare.
For years they had thought of this night, never
really imagining it real. Now as kickoff neared for Smalldale
High, the loyal fans hopes had morphed to a scare.
December 26, 2007 – 3:39 am
How wondrous the sight, a Pacific sunrise!
I sit still on a dark beach, void of motion,
my stare fixed steadily over a dark ocean,
awaiting another early morning prize.
Little by little the sky starts its glow,
taking on colors of incredible hue.
Black waters before me begin to turn blue,
and excitement inside me continues to grow.
My eyes focus hard on the radiant skyline,
as a sliver of bright sun makes its ascent,
an even more vivid sky the initial intent.
To paint it all with God’s own design.
So I sit on the beach watching in awe,
and the sun rises higher on its daily debut.
Nothing between us but ocean blue,
it delivers a masterpiece without a flaw.
What began as a glow is now a sky ablaze,
red, yellow, and orange the colors of choice,
blended so perfectly my view spells rejoice.
And I sit transfixed, lost in my gaze.
December 25, 2007 – 1:54 am
I watched the leaf
as it fell from the tree,
first fluttering toward you,
then back at me.
It landed softly,
squarely between us,
not wanting to take sides
in our latest fuss.
Lets listen to nature,
so smart from day one.
The leaf has told us
that neither has won.
I’m happy with that,
I respect your view.
It differs from mine,
no reason to stew.
I can learn from you,
you from me,
and strengthen our bond
when we disagree.
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December 24, 2007 – 3:15 am
Apophis. Greek name for the Egyptian demon Apep,
snake-like spirit that, legend has it, attempted to destroy
the sun and plunge the world into eternal darkness some
6,000 years ago. Flash forward to it’s namesake today, out
there in space, big, fast, heading our way, on a mission to
destroy mankind by a different method.
Apophis has morphed, now a near earth object, a 220 foot wide
asteroid demon with a one in 5,500 chance to impact our planet
in 2036, only 29 short years away, taking untold millions of lives
while wrapping the planet in a cloud of murky dust. Laugh not at
the odds, rather consider that the potential consequences are just
too great, too serious to not be taken seriously, the tiniest
risk unacceptable. Consider also many have won the lottery jackpot
at odds of millions to one, making 5,500 sound a small number.
December 24, 2007 – 2:35 am
You could have been somebody, you know that girl?
After all, at age 14 you were the town’s only real
celebrity, better known and definitely better liked
than cranky old Mayor Clark.
Your brother Jim wanted to be your agent he said,
holding the stool for your friend Alice who, wobbling back
and forth, finally tacked up your picture from the 8th
grade recital. The three of you stood staring, half
afraid the photo pirouette would spin you off the wall.
What a debut you had! Collectively, the entire town
envisoned ballet performances in New York, LA, Paris
and London. Collectively, the entire town closed
it’s eyes and dreamed of thundering applause and
bouquets thrown in air. But alas, you didn’t stay 14,
and when older, you couldn’t stay clean and sober.
You could have been somebody, you know that girl?
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