What’s it called when you know
the name of something
but can’t quite remember?
It’ll come to me.
-T. Weeks
(A response to that thing)
What’s it called when you know
the name of something
but can’t quite remember?
It’ll come to me.
-T. Weeks
(A response to that thing)
“This isn’t where I thought I’d end up.”
Where did you think you were going?
“I’m not sure but I’ll know it when I see it.”
You’re certain you want to be there?
“Everyone says it’s the best.”
Is that a fact?
“How could it not be?”
That is a good question
“This isn’t helpful. How do I get back to where I was?”
What does it look like?
“I’ll know it when I see it.”
If you say so.
-T. Weeks
(A response to things I don’t know)
I met a time traveler
They were from the past
“Welcome to the future” I said
“Are you sure?” They asked
“Very” I smiled
-T. Weeks
(A response to the inevitable)
Tired fist clenched around contingencies
Lets go for a moment
Nowhere-stares and enzo-smiles bubble up
-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to something fun)
Each time the cat comes back
We worry less about the door
-T. Weeks
(A response to someone leaving the door open)
Tried to write a clever poem tonight
About how happiness isn’t Humpty Dumpty
Had all the parts to write a good one too
But all I have are these six lines
And a pile of wadded up paper
Guess I just couldn’t put it all together
-T. Weeks
@life_immense
(A response to a poem that just didn’t work)
We were on the back porch
The dog and me and the autumn woods
A rotted tree crashed into the pond
I have no idea which one
Dozens of rotted trees lay in the water
Dozens still stand
Something changed
I’ll be damned if I know what
-T. Weeks
(A response to tree falling)
Falling a thousand feet takes about 10 seconds
Enough time to look up and to look down
Enough time to visualize a horrible end
Enough time to search for improbable rescue
Enough time to fully comprehend the situation
And if by cosmic luck the landing is lovely
Unexpected warm firm and alive
What response but laughter could there be
A big inside out laughter flying back into the sky
And who but a fellow free faller would get the joke
-T. Weeks
(A response to a new experience)
Only weeks ago a new continent was found
Somewhere in the South Pacific
Decades of satellite imaging
Centuries of nautical exploration
Missed it
Crews are assembling
Top minds are puzzling
What will we find there
Was it here the whole time
Is it safe to go there
This discovery changes nothing
This discovery changes everything
-T. Weeks
(A response to a changing world)
How do I find my self
Self is no artifact to be excavated
Nor peak to be summited
Siddhartha says it is more like a river
Here I see it calm and slow
“Aww now here is the River”
Here I see it angry and churning
“Aww now here is the River”
Here I see it mount against a dam
“Aww now here is the River”
All of them are one river
All the sounds and temperaments and faces
How clever are time and expectations
That they hide my self from me
Behind where I’ve been and what I wish
-T. Weeks
(A conversation with a friend)