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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”)

White topped quick shade canopies
Folding tables and silk screened runners
Temples filled with knickknack shrines
Music and grilled meat waltz in the breeze
Drawing the aimless crowed inward
Proprietors sit forward on metal chairs
Or stand calling with a smile
Hoping eye contact will obligate passersby
And what is for sale but happiness
Joy in the craft and joy in the discovery
Seller and buyer exchange money
Evidence that it was real

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours”)

My relationship with cardamom?
It’s complicated
It tastes like charcoal and soap
Except delicious
I want it to taste like cinnamon
But it never does
Pleasing but not comforting

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Of Him I Love Day and Night”)

In the beginning
Time was ticking
Supreme restless
Dead eyed paradox
Before all after all
Dilating traveler
Witness of gods’ births
Pallbearer at their deaths
Omnipresent
Omnipotent
Omniscient
Omnivorous

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Chanting the Square Deific”)

Hyperfocused
Zoomed in
Drilled down
On point
Pushing through
Balls out
Circling the wagons
Taking the lead
High demand
Pumped up
Stressed out

Now…

Zoom out…

Still riding a little rock through outer space
No walls and a little air stuck to the sides

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Whispers of Heavenly Death”)

Mason jar tin lids marshaled row on row
Fruit and summer sealed against time
Shelved categorized labeled
Ready for tragedy a stockpile delight
Winter creeps then rolls then roars
Choking Polaris and the Pleiades
Starvation is waiting for us
Impatient
From deep within the pantry shadows
A lid turns
A tock reports the broken seal
Death can wait
We are having dessert

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Darest Thou Now O Soul”)