Good Day

I woke up next to her again

To that blooming goddess

Of warmth and beauty.

I woke up to the joyful squeals

Of two healthy children

Just happy for another day.

My hearing degrades

With each new frequency

My daughters voice discovers,

Fearlessly trailblazing

The uncharted waters of sound.

My mind is blown by the fact

That my son of five

Is imagining stories far beyond me,

A natural storyteller.

I have everything I need.

Some days I’m plagued with worry

Doubt and cynicism.

But today,

Today is good.

– Vagabond Prophet

Green haired girls and moths on board. Octogenarians and vegetarians,
What an eclectic mix of commuters this morning.

Vagabond Prophet

Family

Walking through a hospital parking lot

Perfect white lines outside an imperfect building.

Mercedes to my left

Rusty van to my right.

All that separation

Dissolves on the threshold

When you peruse the catalogue

Of dying people inside.

Your wife,

His sister,

You both drove here

To weep over loved ones.

If the vehicle doesn’t matter

If your class doesn’t matter

If grief is level ground

Then can we all be family?

– Vagabond Prophet

We all wonder
Why the sky is blue
But has anybody just asked it?
She’s pretty blue and might
Need someone to talk to.

Vagabond Prophet

Partition

Waking up late

Running to the stop

Boldy rushing through

Thickest fog.

Crashing into the partition

Where clouds meet my own breath.

– Vagabond Prophet

That Other Co-Worker

You’re just so talkative today,

Like an aqueduct

Connected with Niagara Falls.

Overwatering everything

No longer bringing plants

The nutrition they need.

They’re just plain wet for no reason now.

– Vagabond Prophet

They say the eye is the window to the soul. In my pupil there is only blackness, please don’t tell me that’s the answer.

Vagabond Prophet

I gaze sleepily across the shore of city lights. Stars from a sky we’re slowly pulling down.

Vagabond Prophet

Sanctuary

Can I just stay in bed?

Where the sheets hold us warm

And you breathe in time

With our love.

No matter what the day holds

There’s always sanctuary here.

– Vagabond Prophet

Current

Sky thick with clouds

Like you took the stuffing

From my blanket

Tossed straight up.

The wind is flowing

Reminders with direction

Pointing to you

Always to you.

Some people say

You haven’t spoken in ages

Saying, “there’s no current here.”

They’re just not paying attention.

– Vagabond Prophet