Junctures
Every now and then,
My mind escapes me, and returns--
Exerting more energy with each fleeting arrival
And departure
But this time, it returns
With a question
Why does the Earth stand so mundanely?
Stripped bare of its nuances
And prohibited to express itself
We, held prisoners to a figure driven society
Where expressiveness is stripped of its freedom
And sonata is buried beneath arithmetic
The chemical properties that control my consciousness
Force me to disregard the algebraic hymns calling my name
Like sirens
And synapses fire through my nerves
With the sound of a sweet falsetto
Slipping through my fingers are the faded memories
Of Picasso and Da Vinci
Where the right side of my brain is imprisoned
Within the profanity of everyday life
Where monotony becomes a custom
But I’ve already been accustomed to it
They say time is measured in two ways
Kronos and Kairos
Kronos: A Monday morning, days at the office, church every Sunday
Secular intervals, branded into our genes as a society
To function with tedium like cogs in a clock
And Kairos: Making banana pancakes, Christmas morning, a kiss in the rain
Opportunistic time, the significance
Of life
Gift-wrapped in cellophane and decoupage boxes
Immersed in a profane era,
We value information and data
More than the little things
Which are dismissed
Ritual, a sweet escape
Because maybe Australopithecus took his first step into becoming human
Through expression and creation
Through the primordial figures of our past
Displayed on cavern walls Omni presently
Hidden by darkness
Enlightened by flecks of ember and fallible consciousness
Ebb and flow
Yin and yang
Offer insight to a world that I can’t keep up with
A world that can’t keep up with itself
The brainchildren of our past
Represent a total naivety between generations
Beatniks and/or mathematicians
History is the narrative of what has happened
But art shows us what we can become
What is gifted to us as persons—as creators
Because there is no such thing as a juncture in time
There are only,
Junctures throughout our minds
Distinguishing who, what, when, where and why
We go about our lives
And bouncing vibratos guide me
To the illustration of a story
Coerced into something brilliant
Unfiltered desires drive me toward
Inspiration
And the atmospheric scent
Of roasted java, sin and literature
Makes me smile
Because it is in these moments
Life observed
Entwined in Kairos
Sipping and staring
Dreaming and being
Where time has twisted into treble clefs
And I
Will be happy
Knowing that I will belt my last breath