Rock on

I like rocks

they are good to hold

rough ones are originals

bits of broken mountain

carried around by ice age glaciers

abandoned when the glaciers melted

buried in soil for thousands of years

a time capsule waiting for you

collect enough and you could 

rebuild that old mountain

smooth ones have been shaped

by centuries of tumbling in rivers

pick one up and examine it

feel the history in your hands

telling stories to your fingers

put it to your ear

listen to that ancient music

of roaring rivers and babbling brooks

collect a bunch of them

listen to them all together

have a rock concert

I want to be an Eastern Shore Cowboy

my first car was a Mini

it had an orange roof

that little car brought me lots of luck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a beach buggy

made from a trusty old VW beetle

people always stopped me to take a look

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Triumph Dolomite Sprint

a tow car for my Mini Cooper race car

back then I was still a crazy young buck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Ford Capri

sleek lines and two tone metallic finish

some said the paint job was simply yuck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Ford RS2000

A highly tuned yellow noisy beast

one day it was stolen and boy that really did suck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a big boring Volvo 240

because my kids came along

it developed a lingering smell of baby muck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was an NSX

my mid life crisis mid engine supercar

I took a girl for a fast ride and she was totally awestruck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Japanese SUV

lots a room and a soft couch like ride

4 wheel drive just in case you got stuck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

I want to ride on the beach like an Eastern Shore Cowboy

annoying country music playing ever so loud

shotguns in the back to shoot some wild duck

my next car will be a pimped out big ass pickup truck

Float days are fun

its good to have plans

establish milestones and goals

set objectives to meet them

diligently work on tasks towards your goals

pause when you have reached a big milestone 

bathe in the glory of achievements

but only celebrate for a short while

then get back to working on tasks

however, there will be some days when you can’t seem to focus

maybe your energy level is low

or you just can’t get motivated

if you have the flexibility, give yourself a day off

declare a float day

a day to float around doing almost nothing

turn your phone off and stay off the grid for a day

let your mind float too

keep it empty of worries about things to be done

let your thoughts float freely

dream a while as you are floating

at the end of your float day, pause to review your plans

determine if they are taking you where you want to go

adjust your plans and get back on task

it’s not healthy to be running full steam ahead all the time

you can still get there with a bit of floating now and again

float days are fun

Don’t throw away all the memories

his wife was complaining about all his stuff in the attic

he reluctantly decided to go through all the old boxes

stuff that had been put away for years

obviously not needed but for some reason never been discarded 

he sifted through the contents of the first small box

a tin box full of foreign coins

memories of his traveling days flooded back

places he had visited on business trips and vacations

images flashed through his mind for each coin he touched

an old watch that no longer worked

it was of no value except it belonged to his father

he wound it up and it started to tick

he could hear his father’s voice again

he missed him so much

a notebook from many years ago

containing wish lists of things to do and places to see

they had written it when first married

he read off each item slowly

pausing to recall the joys of each achieved wish

trying to remember why some never happened

bunches of keys from previous dwellings

he held a front door key tightly

remembering opening that door many years ago

seeing his young children run to greet him

they are grown now with kids of their own

a big old bulky calculator he used in college

reliving the hours he spent solving problems with that

the stressful times of exams

he could remember all those long hours of study

he did find some bits and broken pieces

and a collection of old pens and pencils

he carefully put them in a paper bag

before closing the box

he had removed less than ten percent of the contents

over dinner that night his wife cornered him asking if he had cleaned out everything in the attic as promised

he hesitated before saying he had cleared some of it from one small box

she pushed him harder wanting to know why he was keeping all that junk

he insisted that it might be a small box of stuff but it contained a lifetime of great memories

she could see he was getting upset and gave him a big hug

whispering to him softly “I am so sorry, please keep your boxes full of memories”

he replied “thanks, I did clear some space for us to make a few more memories”

The light switch*

the light switch flicks on

to bathe me in light

and will equally switch off

to plunge me into darkness

always obedient

never judgmental

totally dependable

the light switch never lets me down

patiently waiting

happy in either state

non discriminatory

welcomes anybody to operate it

then came the smart switch

voice operated by Alexa

void of human touch

this switch has a brain

to control its actions

but brains can be unreliable

they don’t always hear what is actually said

Alexa turn on the bedroom light I command

I don’t know that skill she answers

I tell her she is not so smart

she thanks me for the feedback

I start to curse Alexa

as she gives me really smart answers

but the light stays off

in desperation I unplug the smart switch 

revert to manual control

the light switch lives again

forgiving my foray into the smart world

obeying every flick of my finger

without ever answering back

smarter than a smart switch

I love my light switch

The marsh

Betwixt dry land and the brackish eastern shore bays

Lies a place where human footsteps are unwelcome

A no-mans land invaded twice daily by tidal water

Drenched vegetation thrives

A haven for wild birds seeking food and shelter

Sturdy grasses cover these wetlands

Changing colors with the seasons

Lavish green in warm summertime

Brown is the fashion for cold winter and spring months

Occasionally snow covered

Frequently lashed by high winds  

Still air hovers between gentle breezes

Shrubs anchor to the ever soaked floor

Welcome to nature’s water treatment factory

Mussels cling to the fragile shoreline

Crabs feed in the shallow pools

Small fish hide from hungry birds

Ospreys swoop in to grab nesting material

Black snakes patrol in search of unsuspecting rodents

Ticks crawl onto any passing mammal

Mosquitos emerge to seek out blood

The dreaded green-head flies attack with no mercy

Bullfrogs sing through the night

Raccoons wander around looking for trouble

Herons strut to their favorite ambush place

Noisy geese invade the silence

A fascinating place to visit and observe

Constantly threatened by development and pollution

Watched over and protected by the Assateague Coastal Trust 

This is the marsh

Boating at sunset

sunsets are so special when you are boating

drifting in a gentle breeze

sipping wine and playing soft music

watching the sun kiss the horizon

as she reflects in the water

and paints the clouds pink

slowly falling out of view

her last gasp is almost audible

before the night sky creeps in

the moon becomes the bright queen of the night

stars and planets emerge from the sunless sky

night time is also special when you are boating

until you hit a crab pot while cruising in the dark

More stuff

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

stuff it in a drawer

no room for more

buy another drawer

where has my can opener gone

just buy another one

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

buy stuff in a store

buy online for sure

cabinets are bursting

no time for cursing

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

stuff on the floor

no room for more

cut to the chase

rent a storage place

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

I said to myself

we need another shelf

cannot find the right tool

feeling like a fool

Amazon is so cool

click click bought another tool

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

house is full of clutter

I must be a nutter

its just a problem of scale

house is now for sale

bought a bigger home

to the store I roam

stuff I must buy

please do not ask why

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

ran out of cash

credit card splash

within a short minute

hit my credit limit

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

piling up debts

repossession threats

people taking my stuff

I need to get tough

no money left to buy

I sit around and sigh

I need more stuff

cannot get enough

the idea of stealing

sounds so appealing

I denied and protested

but still got arrested

innocence pleas no avail

judge put me in jail

sitting in an empty cell

feeling slightly unwell

recognizing my affliction

admitting my stuff addiction

I have had enough

I do not need any more stuff

Mirror confessions

what do you see when you look in a mirror

the same person you saw many years ago

but you looked so different back then

are you afraid to look in a mirror these days

do you just glance quickly at your appearance

avoiding eye contact

how come we all like talking selfies

sharing and saving them

but we try and avoid the mirror

of course you can alter your selfies

make your skin tone look good

but there is no post processing in a mirror

what you see is what you get

no flattery or lies, its all you just as you are

its easier for guys to avoid mirrors

well at least those who do not wear makeup

I only look in the mirror to shave in the morning

my gaze firmly fixed on my stubble

not wanting to bump into

that bleary eyed person called me

occasionally I will dare to look into my eyes

something strange always happens

I question if its really me

or just my minds version of reality

it always feels uncomfortable  

then I step aside and the image is gone

but thankfully I am still there

I do not need a mirror to prove I am still alive

or to remind me how I look

I prefer to reflect on who I am in my mind

I wonder if bearded men suffer from mirror shyness

The battle to control John’s thoughts

John was something of a rebel in his youth, always challenging things

not blindly agreeing to everything he heard and he was constantly searching for answers

he made an effort to think for himself

holding strong views on many things but willing to listen and learn

as he got older he settled down raising a family and working hard at his job

thinking for himself became a tiring task

without realizing it, he allowed others to do his thinking for him

he only listened to one radio station and watched one TV channel

all his books went unread and he rarely listened to music anymore

John allowed others to inject their thoughts into him

broadcasting and social media became the dirty needles for his news addiction

social media closely tracked John’s browsing habits

adjusting his news feed like the pusher who mixes a cocktail of drugs for a junkie

john happily ate all the words prepared by the media dietitians

he would repeat the same digested words during conversations

his circle of friends dwindled to a few just like him

he only went to bars that had TVs tuned to his favorite channel

politicians who hijack people’s thoughts loved John and those like him

they could easily collect votes without having any real policies or credible manifestos

one day,  John collapsed at work and was rushed to the hospital

he had suffered a massive stroke and his recovery was long and slow

throughout rehab he was totally disconnected from all news media

therapy sessions slowly taught him to speak and walk again

his right side was partly paralyzed and he learned to type with his left hand

the therapist gave him writing tasks and he kept a journal of his recovery

it was exhausting to type even a short sentence at first but John persevered 

John’s mind slowly began to wake up again

he started reading books and magazines and progressed to writing short stories 

after a very long rehab period,  John went home but he did not turn on the TV

he stopped using social media but he read extensively and wrote every day 

his first book was an autobiography

John became a successful author

the politicians who hijack people’s thoughts don’t like John anymore