Clear the Table

Life is like a table scattered full with Lego

A calliope of reds, and blues and yellows, and greens and blacks and whites

More than enough to create a masterpiece

With age the pieces are gradually and gently pushed from the center

To open a space to build

Those who pay attention to the shapes and patterns of the parts

Can use them to take the fragments and create coherency

As the pieces drop and the table top is cleared

Just the right piece is left when needed

So clear the table and expect perfection

Jon Rudy

16 Apr 2009

CITY IN THE TROPICS

Streets bleeding the stuff of the breathing

sewage, water, mango skins, banana peals

Mingle as one to form the soup of our existence

Afternoon rains, on the good and evil

wash the air clean of diesel and plastic

Making room for the scent of flowers

Sweltering heat as if the whole planet perspires

in this one in a myriad of cities with its mega malls and barrios

Sweat drips from the pores of the global economy

By Jon Rudy

Dec 11, 2001