To the boats!
One of our tribe has died.
Paddle hard across the treacherous waves
until the light returns.
One of our tribe has died.
Race the stormclouds!
until the light returns
and the water settles.
Paddle hard across the treacherous waves.
To the water!
To the boats!
We must move fast now.
To the boats!
Until the light returns.
-Jim DuBois
Sept 7 - 15, 2010
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Noticing
Late at night,
the clean sink,
the dream catcher,
memories of clear light
in the afternoon.
-Jim DuBois
April 12, 2011
the clean sink,
the dream catcher,
memories of clear light
in the afternoon.
-Jim DuBois
April 12, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Watching The Frightened Men
At the Roost,
watching the frightened men
whose relationships
are mediated
by alcohol and women.
-Jim DuBois
April 9, 2011
watching the frightened men
whose relationships
are mediated
by alcohol and women.
-Jim DuBois
April 9, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
At Least
At least
there's people
downtown.
At least
there's people
at The Roost.
At least
there's a chance
of human contact.
-Jim DuBois
March 30, 2011
there's people
downtown.
At least
there's people
at The Roost.
At least
there's a chance
of human contact.
-Jim DuBois
March 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
I've Been Struggling Lately
Sitting at the Roost
in the middle of the day
feels so desolate,
but much less than
sitting on a stone stoop
on market street,
wishing for friends.
But then I glanced
at someone's laptop
and discovered they
were playing
Settlers of Catan online
and realized they were killing time too,
faking activity,
distracting themselves from desolation,
and it made me a little happier.
(Because I usually imagine
that everyone else
has lots of friends
and deep meaningful lives
and that I,
somehow,
was the only one who got screwed
out of those things)
And I won't let myself
end on that note,
because I have meaning in my life,
it's just that
I've been struggling lately,
like all humans
sometimes do.
-Jim DuBois
March 30, 2011
in the middle of the day
feels so desolate,
but much less than
sitting on a stone stoop
on market street,
wishing for friends.
But then I glanced
at someone's laptop
and discovered they
were playing
Settlers of Catan online
and realized they were killing time too,
faking activity,
distracting themselves from desolation,
and it made me a little happier.
(Because I usually imagine
that everyone else
has lots of friends
and deep meaningful lives
and that I,
somehow,
was the only one who got screwed
out of those things)
And I won't let myself
end on that note,
because I have meaning in my life,
it's just that
I've been struggling lately,
like all humans
sometimes do.
-Jim DuBois
March 30, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Two Old Men After a Funeral
1.
Two old men,
patriarchs of their families,
leaning against the porch rail
after a funeral
- they thank me
for all the work
I have done
to take care of
their daughter and grandson.
I am caught off-guard
by my emotions.
I search for a reply,
then say,
"I felt it was important."
One of them replies,
"It was...
it is."
And I carry on.
2.
Two old men
after a funeral
remind me
that to care and to love
are important.
Two old men
after a funeral
pass down
ancient primate wisdom
and responsibilities.
-Jim DuBois
September 8, 2010
Two old men,
patriarchs of their families,
leaning against the porch rail
after a funeral
- they thank me
for all the work
I have done
to take care of
their daughter and grandson.
I am caught off-guard
by my emotions.
I search for a reply,
then say,
"I felt it was important."
One of them replies,
"It was...
it is."
And I carry on.
2.
Two old men
after a funeral
remind me
that to care and to love
are important.
Two old men
after a funeral
pass down
ancient primate wisdom
and responsibilities.
-Jim DuBois
September 8, 2010
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