a casualty of travel

mp3 player
stolen a year ago in brazil
cd player re-appeared after becoming obsolete
cds in a bag
the broken keyboard key
a backpack stuffed full and snagged
holes in it and fraying
as thoughts are penned on the amtrak magazine
another delay
another hour late
where one is early, the other is late
in time and money they even out
repeat and regain
fall over again
walking words down the sidewalk
packages heavy
crinkling paper
wet sidewalk and rain here
what we arent used to
my life becomes
another casualty of travel

DC to be homeless

Ecuador falls fast tonight
to the hopeless woes that plague these streets
I'm back home
here in DC
Where beggars on the metro climb
into the corners of my mind
knowing that little girl in junior high
was once on the street and how could she be
just like this lady who begs me
"spare some change"
to be thankful is to be trite
to be grateful gives us some power, some might
to be glad that we arent in the cold
to be glad for warmth when it snows
thankful we are not homeless here
thankful we have never been near
hunger
homelessness
hate or
hurt
we are so blessed
we have so much

Overwhelming

Feel the power overwhelming
Underwhelming
Welling up from inside
To overflow, overflow
The Everflow
Flows on and out
From us
From the in-betweens redemption and hell
From backing down to the chase
To cut back and cut across
This great divide
Oh, Hallelujah
She'll scream when she realizes the flood
Does not recede
Or recieve this chastisement
This grief
Aching weary hearts to burn
The douse in the deep
In the flood of this wisdom
The flood of this love
Overwhelm, underwhelm
Overflow undertow
Be with me
Be peaceably everything
The breath and weep
Oh Gloria
It comes across again
af lood
The best intentions were intentioned wrong
And peace lost
The water gone
Oh flood me, flow over me
Deep to deep to deep to deep
Let the edge of the night creep
Backwards and realize its grip on me
Oh flood, Oh flood, Oh Flood to come