Senseless Clods

Warm and caressive the rays of the sun
penetrate me, the senseless clod.
I must have roots in there, living roots
but somehow they seem to be smothered by the sod.

They must yearn to break free
they must yearn to be drenched with sunshine
and feel that which quenched their thirst.

But the sun only warms, it has no power to move
no power to shape, no power to groove
new form on the essence of me the clod.

But the wind forces change
and the rain strips away
all that is loose
from misuse and decay.

So perhaps for my roots
there's salvation in storm.
Perhaps when they're bared
they'll be able to enjoy
the warm caress of the sun.
And even be able to gleefully respond
to the bright new world they, in there darkness
desired to belong.

Thank God for the storm and the hope that it brings
to senseless clods
and sensitive things.

Change

What I have and what I want
are two different things
until
time makes me change
then
the situation changes
and
what I want and what I have
are two different things.

What is Hateful to You

You look at me with chocolate cookie dough
in my hair
and wonder how I stand it.
The runny noses
The tantrums
It's not fair, he got to sit there last time.

How can you afford
The time
The inconvenience
The loss of self?

She looks at me
with a cookie dough smile
in the car seat that fits
so she's safe

And I know
our family is right.

They look at us with tradition
weighing them down
and wonder how we dare it
Two dads
Two kids
Their tantrum becomes
It's unholy and must be stopped.

How can they be
so insecure
so out of touch
Did they not see her smile?
It was a cookie dough smile.

Do they not love
their children?

Do they not want
to be a part of them?

Did they forget:
What is hateful to you
do not to another?

And it was a cookie dough smile.