With a wink and a bow they gather
Footfalls find their fading cousins
Reverberating about the empty hall
Punctuated murmuring applause
Beacons to probe stale shadows
Clarions to announce an arrival
And to signal a retreat
The nexus of a universe passing in the dark
-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Last Invocation”)
Before there was time there was a singularity
Until it splattered against the void
Spraying pinwheels of energy into the vast nothing
Seeds sown in receding virgin space
Remote and complex
One seed sprouted and bore fruit
The fruit looked and saw the splatter
And mistook itself for an observer
Unaware that it was a symptom
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Thought)
Spock Loves You
Scrawled on the wall
Below the icon
Of our Lord and Vulcan
Spock Saves
Written on my heart
In fleshy block letters
Inviting redemption
-T. Weeks
(A response to: “Night on the Prairies”)
For every poem I throw away
A hundred flowers blossom
Buds of meditation
Blooming and wilting in stolid isolation
Some struggle others rise
Through hard baked soil
Fragile green shoots
Burying roots deep and dark
Halting erosion and delivering oxygen
Compost for the poem that I keep
-T. Weeks
(A response to “To One Shortly to Die”)
What is your name?
The word to query your attention
The file where I’ll store your face
Along with a few notes
And that one conversation we had
The token I’ll pass to others
To authenticate the exchange
Where we’ll both say
Oh yes I know that person
And a branch will blip into life
A new node in the awareness
A testament that we were here
-T. Weeks
(A response to “A Noiseless Patient Spider”)
I was talking to my brain
And tried to give it a name
I tried Nothing
I tried Nobody
Then I tried Brain
It liked that
-T. Weeks
(A response to “What Ship Puzzled at Sea”)
I think I hear it too
That music all around
Barely audible
Surfing the tide
Of my rolling awareness
It is there
Calling me to join
To see
To live
To draw a picture
To write a poem
To build
These emails can wait
-T. Weeks
(A response to “That Music Always Round Me”)
Missteps and apologies
Breadcrumbs on the path
Constants on a random walk
Mark where I’ve been
Seeing only the crumbs
Failure draws the air away
Zooming out I see the hills
The air rushes back in
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Quicksand Years”)
The ball keeps rolling
Curbs may redirect
Rocks may set it bouncing
Grass may slow it down
But the ball keeps rolling
But not me
Someday I’ll stop rolling
This plane may free fall
My heart may miss a step
Or my brain may reboot
And I will be no longer
But the ball keeps rolling
Long after I am gone
Wonderful comfort I see
There is life is after death
Even if there is no me
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Assurances”)
Hey Vito I need a favor
Don’t worry it’s not much
Just a thing I need help with
I’ll pay you back I promise
You’re the first person I asked
The first person I thought of
Plus you’re like a father to me
-T. Weeks
(A response to “As If a Phantom Caress’d Me”)
Life Immense 