Is There A Day

A Song We Sing

Is there
a Time
and Place
where I could speak
whatever is in my heart,
and others would say it was a song
a lyric
generated by my soul
and like music
it is something to share

Is there a special ground
upon which I might stand
and declare, unencumbered,
a feeling that I have—
a feeling that others soon realize
is a note of magic and truth
and something we need to sing
to each other
and to ourselves?

is there a way
to touch
the hearts of others,
all others
not just the ones I see?

I want to find this time
this place
this heart,
and sing my song
and help
the helpless
and start a new beginning
from this day forward
let us sing in unison
of love
and warmth
and caring
and giving
to each other
everything we need,
each in turn
until
the light is gone
and the purple night
lulls us all to sleep,
knowing we will awaken
in a time of joy.

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Time Has Stopped

� 2006, Patrick Canganelli.
Time Has Stopped – © 2006, Patrick Canganelli.

 

time has stopped
and
the stars of heaven are reflected in the water.
the river is not flowing
it is transformed into a mirror.
but I can peer into its depths
past the surface,
and I see the stars have become mica dust
spilled all through the motionless stream
the stones in the bed are rare clouds
between the sparkles
and
I can no longer discern
where heaven and earth are separated.
I am caught in between
the sky
and the depths,
I feel as if my soul
is a conduit.
I do not want the old mill wheel
to begin again
but I know it will.
soon the momentum in our hearts
will push upon the paddles
upstream
and the mill
will start up again
we will become as grist
speckled with mica
and thrown across the stream.
we, transformed,
will be the
reflection
of the stars
and we will be strewn amongst
the rocks,
there for other timeless travelers
to
marvel at.

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The Greater Prize

drawing of a simple light cone
Light Cone – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

 

the packets of time
once free flowing
are compressed,
but my life
has purchased a great spoon,
and I will set about to stir
the galling packets
and
play mischief with
the arrow of time,
I will not obey the direction,
or take note of the outcry.
I stir the cauldron
and I am oblivious to the chaos
I will stay outside the light cone
I will inhabit
the vast elsewhere
and I shall
hear eons of music played
all at once
every note that you and I have imagined.
if you wish to run with me,
you must abandon
everything,
then pick up the spoon and give a stir—
watch
the arrows and their muddled vectors
swirl
a great soup
of every instance,
never imagined side by side
but obscured by our
newfound hobby.
there will be a serious comeuppance
but you and I will be unavailable for
the forfeits.
we will have our eyes
on the greater prize.
turn now
walk with me
as we enter paradise.

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On Our Way

time-extruded
Artwork – Copyright © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

I can look back
and see where I’ve been,
I see where I am now.
but I cannot see where I am going nor
where I will be.
it’s as if I’m in a vehicle racing forward
but I am seated looking out the back.
I can feel the forward thrust
but only see the racing by
of everything I have past.
the arrow of time
does not seem so very friendly.
but I am at a loss to know how to toady its favor.
I do not see the markers or milestones until they zoom by me.
I do not want to stop the car.
I want to move forward.
I feel something waiting there.
then I find you,
bumped into your shoulder by chance.
we float about together now.
the car is below us.
we bounce about the sky
past present future
they do not matter
together we achieve random access,
the arrow of time has segments
and we borrow them
to plot our many
excursions,
we throw the segments to the wind.
we have all we need to know
hand in hand
skipping across stones between the river banks.
time flowing beneath us.
everything is on its way.
but we,
we are here
and now
and always shall be
together
and on our way
to where we are.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.