Columbia Appearing

Gate to Seoul

On the banks of a river at the edge of a storm,
I reflected on how the past gives the present its form;
How the sun and rain in close cooperation,
Allow the fields and farms to feed the nation.
On far away mountains, abundant ice and snow,
In spring and summer make the rivers to flow;
Then a trickling brook can a mighty torrent make,
When storms and erosion cause a levee to break.
Soon floodwaters rise and a harvest is lost;
Because the natural balance became tempest tossed.

As from a dream, a mythic visage then I spied-
On clouds Columbia, Goddess of Liberty, personified;
Dressed in Phrygian cap and star-spangled gown,
Carrying sword and laurel she made her way down.
With eyes full of sorrow and a contemplative sigh,
She opened her mouth to speak as she drew nigh.
Though the storm tried to silence her with thunderous roar,
She held up her sword and prepared for the war.
Lightning flashed as the gale blew from the left and right,
Columbia stood firm and still, displaying her might.

Then her voice a chorus of millions caused the storm to abate
As the judgment against her namesake she began to relate.
The politicians and partisans from the left and the right,
Through unending struggle for power created a blight.
Their turpitude and greed, as a source of division,
Could not go unpunished for failing to maintain her vision.
Liberty and Freedom require compromise and equanimity,
The battles of partisanship leads to slavery and inequality.
Then she struck down the villains and started anew,
Governance for the people both balanced and true.

Then she gave a gave a promise before returning to the skies,
That it is up to the people to determine if Liberty lives or dies.
If governance for the people by the people is to be our goal,
Then compromise and cooperation are what makes us whole.
As nature itself models the governance of our nation,
Yields its best fruit with balanced moderation.
So too we must balance against our own selfish fate,
The values of others, and the needs of the whole state.
Every individual must dutifully do their full part,
To prepare Columbia the room to live in their heart.

Our Lady

 

She is a gallant, regal lady,

A grand dame, the focus of the town.

She continues in grace and beauty,

Though time and circumstance brought her down.

As the crowd sang “Ave Maria”,

In the quiet flickering without fuss,

The breaking heart of one city,

Became a heartbeat in all of us.

For a moment, all her splendor

May not be quite as apparent to see.

Yet this Lovely Lady will Rise again-

Notre Dame de Paris!

The Gravity of the Situation

History was made today.
You can feel the gravity when five petabytes of information,
Become a single pixelated digital image-
Burning like the Eye of God!

Now we have seen over the brink,
A brilliant mass of high-speed particles,
Illuminating the dark shadow- Black on black!

Accretion Disk and Event Horizon,
Dance with each other in a cosmic Tango-
Whirling Dervishes in space!

Einstein, Sagan and Hawkins never saw,
But always felt,
This hole that falls forever,
Because mass warps space and slows time.

Perhaps, we have seen our future,
Or maybe, finally, Vishnu.
For we have seen the power that is gravity,
And its burning brilliance,
Is become as Death,
The Destroyer of Worlds.

Yet this death is vital as the central focus,
Around which galaxies and life congregate,
In space and time with mass.

Recovery

National Cathedral

I’m in recovery.
I sat down to write a poem about the injuries I’ve sustained,
Both the physical and the mental,
How they slow me down and hamper me,
From being what I once was.
But halfway through I wrote it anew,
For the aches and pains I carry,
Are the marks of a life well-lived.
I wanted to give my scars special meaning,
But I’m not sure that much is true.
My limp and my aches are constant reminders,
Of the miles I’ve covered,
And the victories and losses,
But mostly they are ghostlike memories,
Now etched forever into my being.

Cadence

Gate to Seoul

I understand the rhythm of my life,
How to call it on the left foot,
And keep everyone moving forward,
Together, in formation;
How to arraign actions in time and space,
Achieving strategic ends.
But I often miss that my closest companions,
Hear a cadence of their own,
Different beats based on their own motivations,
Seeking their own outcomes,
Solving the tactical problems of the day with no concern for strategy.
While I am calling a march cadence, they are moving double-time.
Sometimes we march, sometimes we dance,
Never in step, always together.