Life Immense

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”)

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”)