Set Up

I’m being set up:
Gravity has lost its meaning-
The cat, amused by nothing,
Now takes real interest in me.

My neighbors emit cordiality
On the off-chance I may say hello
Where, beyond my window, aches the
Pequannock sighing an urban breath;

Exhaling its sorrow for the day,
Winding a lazy path to calm waters
Like my own voice as it transports
The upwinds of my collective breathing

To a voicing of What Is -in this moment-
Rather than What Was. . .
As the cat, defying gravity, leaps into my lap,
An effortless motion like the sparrows now
Outside my window
Singing resolute melodies of warmer days.

© K. James Ribble


I’d lost all my strength
The natural urge to create
My apartment became a mess
Even the ants left.
The spark to create was lost
The art that reignites my heart
Giving birth to what I believed
Had died and felt abandoned
On the stage of my masculine agency
LIFE became optional
LIVING was perfunctory
I GAVE nothing in return
FOR the kindness of others
REAPING emptiness and
SADNESS . . . 
Finally awoken from this dream a
Dream of a sad, burrowed fog that
Lifted as my line-of-sight
Opened towards a doorway
Where I see all of you, your visage like 
Comrades-in-arms gathering
At dawn, like sunlight-as-water 
Spilling across the field of a new day.
© K. James Ribble