2026 - The Cracked Door

03/29/26 A New Poem for a New Day

Towering buildings shrink
Into spots on a grid
As this grid too
Becomes one of only a few dots
Of human habitation
On this vast planet

Blast from the Past:

Realizing my job’s
One drop in the ocean of
Human endeavor

We stand. We fall.
We pretend we were
Never meant to stand together at all

Blast from the Past:

The world’s one with me
and my freedom as we each
Create the other.

I sit in the humid air
Trying to sleep
Music blares from a nearby church
It’s not even 6:00 am

Blast from the Past:

Brainstorming: A burst
Of ideas but they vanish
Once pen’s in hand

As I paint these words
In my poem, I really
Paint my very heart

Blast from the Past:

My thoughts fall like rain
As I grab as many as I can
As words for you

May you go quietly
Into the night, while I follow
Kicking and screaming

Blast from the Past:

If death is nothing
Then the pursuit of pleasure
Is life’s sole purpose.

Don’t tell me today
Is the best day of my life.
That would mean that all
Future days will be worse than
How I feel in this moment

Blast from the Past:

When the light fades out
Remember: all you worked for
Will one day decay

Let us walk into
The abyss knowing that we’ll
Never be the same

Blast from the Past:

The weight of freedom
Drags me far down the abyss
The trick? To lift it.