The Middlewesterner

WE ARE AS

We are as
stones are,

mostly
without

love
and with

patience,
and both

waiting
the sun to

warm us.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:40 AM

Sadness
is not

when you
can't fly,

it's when
the birds

cannot.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:58 AM

Sometimes
it's the poet
who lets go,

sometimes
the poem.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:10 AM

Philosophy
won't save you

when you are
falling off

the mountain.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:58 AM

The sun
does not
concern

itself
with us.
It has

its own
death to
think of.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:57 AM

How to
get where

you need
to be?

Sit and
listen --

the rain.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:58 AM

Yang Wan-Li
tells of a fly
on a windowsill

rubbing its legs
together in
morning sun. Chance

sighting, he said,
but now that fly will
live forever.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:34 AM