Sunday, November 30, 2014

my subsets explode me away


I am not here,

I feel fragmented,
as if I’ve divided myself into countless pieces,
each of whom is charged with a task,
all my subsets explode me away from my center
and I hope I will flare with each like fireworks in the sky,
yet I fear the scatter can be beyond my center’s power
to pull my selves back together,
like Yeats’ falcons who cannot hear the call to return,

I’m here at the cabin, by the creek,
a home for my deepest self,
yet streams and woods do not yet center me
as I keep channel-surfing through my psyche,
revisiting and second-guessing all the fragments,

I am so much for so many,
and while I work to reknit what unravels,
I can forget how to reknit my own unraveling.

by Henry H. Walker
November 26, ’14

Sunday, November 9, 2014

how we see the world

A Rorschach Test

life can be a Rorschach test for us,
as who we are and what we expect
create what we notice,
how the world looks to us to be,
we feel correlated by the objective,
as our subjective sees what it expects,
whether we know it or not,

in a clear night sky
the stars are points, only connected in our minds,
we create the constellations,
what does it say about the Greeks, and us,
in what we see up there?

what does it say about us
in how we each see the world?

by Henry H. Walker
November 6, ’14

Saturday, November 8, 2014

for the world to be better. . .

Space for Performing Arts

a place in which to perform,

to become another in a story,
so real, it must be created and written,
and on the stage—

  a place in which to dance,
the kinetics themselves to tell the story
inherent in the muscles, the heart, and the brain,—

a place within which voice and instrument
can carry us off with them, 
music a key to help us get into 
deeper, wider, older places we need to visit, 
places that touch us at our core—

and how wonderful it must be to have a gift,
and then the will and opportunity to let it out for others,

for me I love to watch the magic trick
of knowing a young person
and then watching him/her transform
into what the play, the dance, the music 
needs to become real,
Clark Kent becomes Superman,
Diana Prince becomes Wonder Woman,

I love to watch, and help, the hesitant become assertive,
the gifts hidden within to reveal themselves upon a stage,
and the world to better for there is 
space for the performing arts.

by Henry H. Walker
November 6, ’14

Friday, November 7, 2014

Blaze against the dying of the light!


for the Celts early November ended one year 
and started a new one,
crops brought in, 
cattle brought from summer pasture,
livestock brought in and slaughtered,
all so that food, and they, will last till spring,
a time to mark the beginning of the darker half of the year,

around this time trees transform, 
caught between green work and bare rest,
for a few days each tree can blaze bright with color
as if to celebrate the spirit within as it passes toward sleep,

the Celts lit great fires to blaze against the dying of the light,
to remember to BE, despite the suppression of cold dark doubt,
Samhain, they called this time, 
about halfway between Equinox and Solstice,

how ironic that we vote then,
and, sometimes, like this week, 
fear and hate rule many voters,
how much more we need to work to endure,
to live hope and love,
to remember the “least of these, our brethren,”
so that we can remember the greatest of that within us,

despite the darknesses that call to us,
as surety wavers and veils part,
we must still light fires, and believe.

by Henry H. Walker
November 5, ’14