odds favor the negative

in many lives

and in many hopes--

results justified

then--a flourish--

the poor little soul was right after all

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milio.

feeling at a loss

can't handle the freedom

for some reason

that slipped into me

the last time I fell

now what I loved

is gone and what I want

is stale and this is the loss

strangling my love of freedom

that stays my heart from its joy

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

hot summer morning at last

the sun diffused haze on the road-

the slanting sunlight on the brickface

puddles of people spilling like fingers

of mercury reaching along each other's curbs

all noise a silence--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

cries echo through the violet twilight--

lovers return from the fields they've blessed

with their loving--

coming into the firefly lamps of the town--

the cool of the evening

the soothing peace of day's rest--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

years of studying the seamless sky

reveals the nuts-and-bolts of process--

the stars galaxies black holes--

holding together God's thought--

so far beyond my own comprehension

I would best be dumb and empty

the better to see what node I denote--

what thought is my contributing process--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

mind confined to the brain in the skull--

reaches out no farther than that

but simply to ACT--DO--tend to business

and be DONE--a space ever cleared

for the unstoppable incoming--

for life is purposeful--and a mother

of the skies says spirit can't work without a body--

held back to bring into being what mind creates--

bring it out slowly--materialized out

of the fingertips--polished and ready

to last its term--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

god continues

to punish me

for not being

Job enough--

easy work--

and a payday

for All

but me

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.