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Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Traveler

Traveler

I know parts of this nation
On its roads and highways
In some shaded forests
The paths were not beaten
Except by me often alone

This desire to move there
Here and there any there
Is strongest when movement
Is no longer possible
When age’s match just smokes

Roads rattle me even on trips
To get groceries from a store
Just a short mile away
Then the urge to go farther
Belittles these baby steps

I think of South Dakota
Where I was born
Only to leave over issues
Cloudy and full of lightning
Prairie worms easily pass

Surprised as the flash
Strikes the far hills
Ì dream of riding that
Stalk of light and noise
In it's short and sudden life

Barry G. Wick


Saturday, June 8, 2024

In the Dark

In the Dark

Coming and going, coming and going
The sound of engines and tires I'm Knowing
In the dark of the night as I lay on my right
They comfort me some out of dreams that are done

Pitched high or pitched low the traffic will go
America moves night and day don't ya know
Cross Iowa's land that's growing your food
As I lay on my bed in a fitful dream mood

Down in the dark these words make a mark
My fingers I tap with my hands on my lap
The sheets at my back this glow on the map
Unseen and unheard as I type my next word

Barry G. Wick

Friday, June 7, 2024

A Pattern for Silence

A Pattern for Silence

There is a pattern for silence
In the way I walk through
A hair stand of ponderosas that
Blocks the sounds of the world
At five thousand feet
Above sea level
Unimportant sea level
With the sound of the creek
Clacking boulders in the night
The sliding door open
To the lower lawn
A yawn fighting the shake
Of shoulders 

Barry G. Wick

Monday, June 3, 2024

The Three-sided Coin

The Three-sided Coin

Deep in my pocket
Lays a gilded dream
Two distinct faces
That fill an invisible third
It's no secret that I lived
In three places at once
Three dreams

The love of words
Came late to me
After music after boys
I could not openly caress
Three sides are now evolved
Into the one that forms
This creation

It is my hope to leave
The simple thoughts I have
After my years upon
This miracle of life
In awe of the heavens
I decided not to explain
Unknown Godd

There were many times
I prayed to all the affections 
Created by others far above
The simplicity of my being
I imagined answers
Came to me which
Escaped me

Beyond this moment
Lies the deepest black
Unfiltered and unnoticed
As it slipped into that day
Spending this Coin
I am with it
Shopping eternity

Barry G. Wick