Not Machines

The universe isn’t a wristwatch 

  some vast timekeeping

    contraption

Reducing complexity to mechanics

  is a dangerous

    simplification  

Our eyes aren’t cameras

  for they both see

    and they reveal  

Hands aren’t grappling hooks

  their touch can hurt

    and heal

A mind isn’t a computer

  for life just won’t 

    compute

Try and measure a lifetime

  and you will find no 

    route

Humans aren’t replaceable

  not the parts of some

     machine

Try replacing a brother

  such thinking is

    obscene 

   

We are not statistics

  for the measuring

    of the mess

You might measure all the suffering

  but love you can’t 

    assess 

Love isn’t a function

  of evolutionary

    chance

There is more to this story

  more to the 

    great dance 

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heavily inspired by the writing and thoughts of Wendell Berry. 

Dear Muse

Dear Muse, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can write.

Dear Friends, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can talk.

Dear Brain, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can think.

Dear Legs, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can walk.

Land, waters sky stars,

  I want to embrace you

    as you’ve embraced me. 

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Dear Birds,

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can sing. 

Dear Soul, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can play.

Dear Back, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now we can stretch.

Dear God, 

Yes!

Now I have time;

  now I can pray.

Why does it take a pandemic,

  for us to have the time 

    to be human?