Thumbs, Time and Incitement (Three poetic prose poems on life)

Thumbs, Time and Incitement
((Three poetic prose poems on life) (Dedicated to Gail Weber))


Thumbs and Toes
(A little ditty)


I never knew the usefulness of the thumb until I lost both of them and sat down thereafter to eat dinner; and I never new the value in the great toes, until they both were cut off from its roots, and I lost my balance. Everything I did was a painful operation thereafter, thus, praise be to God for his handiwork in creating thumbs and toes; it is the absence of something that enables us to learn their true value.

No: 2662 (3-9-2010)


In a Little Time


In a little time, we die and are forgotten, no memory left of us, even in time the stars will have vanished, and we will be alone, and this once passion for life, will be just a raiment, and so I tell myself to feel the night-winds, and smell the scents and hear the sounds, of life, have a feast in honor of the day—everyday, for everyone is looking at tragedy, it lay upon a pile of cushions, in the luminous depths under a glimmering moonlight.

No: 2663 (3-9-2010)


Death’s Incitement


Man comes upon the earth for a little while, in a little space and rules it like a little god, and then like an empty ship, leaving all his cargo behind, he sales away, no maps, no stars to guide his way, and he’s no longer master of anything (more likened to a drowned fish in a big open sea)—but death when it is near, is the furthermost, the supreme, the incitement, and stimulation, and provocation to live; its trepidation: is what made me move to action.

No: 2664 (3-9-2010)