The Trickle-Down Effect

Wealth is the capacity to be happy.
The souls that are in this sense filthy rich
do not provoke envy, for none could take
from them the treasure that’s innately theirs.
One is either born with this advantage
or one must live without. It seems unfair,
but then again the happy make us smile
and give us hope of something far beyond
that has no explanation on this Earth,
and hope is more than nothing, after all.

A Way In

I was on a bus,
lost in my thoughts. Christmas
shopping still to do.

Behind me, they sang
with no cue or direction,
transporting us all

to the inn within.
“A-way-in-a-Man-ger!” Just
children having fun.

Wherever I’m sad,
that bus takes me to a place
I cannot be sad.

The Doll

“ ‘Have this doll,’ he said.
‘It will come alive’, he said.”
“Who?” her daddy said.

“The man from the sky:
Where the light came from.” “The sky?”
“Why did Mommy die?”

He was all alone:
“Did that doll move on its own?”
He felt less alone.


In the Fog

Cloud falls awkwardly
as fog, drifting like the smoke
from my cremation

as if to shroud me
as a secret from the world,
grant me timeless rest

not found on planets
that round flames of living hell
roast death on a spit

so others might live.
Oblivion is mine
and I have freedom,

frail as a wisp,
more precious than the diamonds
sought by sightless hordes…

Freedom! Then the wind
removes the cloak it lent me,
and the Moon can see.

‘Forever’, once more,
is a notion ill-defined –
and is that the time?