I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.
Small profit in lying here alone
by a car fan, parked in desert
once I was a married man,, the gave and the take
to create unequal laws and create a savage state
own home, eat well, sleep well, never smile.
Here I rest in my car from travels, take a drink
of water from canteen, these are the times I enjoy
we all suffer but today is not made for suffering
today just try to nap in car in the heat
with tepid air blowing on my face, made a name
for myself in the city by flaunting desert honesty
learned about people, all races and sizes, cultures
through my city learning I found a part of myself.
Maybe while drunk I joined the Army
a cog in machinery of "Desert Storm"
all this creates the whole person I am
in truth I am only a drop of dew
under the rainbow arch of heaven
what is found in desert is solitude
understanding the importance of being idle
realize my collection of influence lies outside now
when moments hold spectacular opportunities,
patiently wait, amazing opportunities, life.
Praise silence, dirt still underfoot,
glory of knowledge, joy in finding
become a star whose core reactor is lit.
I have a son who needs help figuring out
where he belongs, today he belongs at home
to help his siblings while I travel the desert.
A nap is not going to occur so sit up
turn the ignition feel the rumble of engine
old pistons turn as I pat dash with my wrinkled
fingers, "We are all old but not dead yet."
Dawn twinkles in the desert air as the sky
turns half light blue with moon, half
dark blue with fellow stars, there is no shame
in travelling to space to be with friends
I have met and sit with loved ones again.
© 2021 Jamie Lee Hamann