What Westernized Adults Are Waiting For

Cars go by the windows
and Westernized adults
seem depressed
They wonder,
is this,
all this,
really a scam,
some sort of sham show
they judge themselves
and others

So the fan turns
the ceiling,
the air conditioner hums,
they get up to check their email,
go back to work tomorrow.

For it is in some other world
where they do not
back to work,
but meet other adults
from their
to discuss and address
the real problems
actually relevant
in their lives.

For in this other world
are not
propaganda bejeweled
dominators and subservients,
obsessed with myth and power,
but rather
objective listeners
compassionate actionnaires,
vested in both observant locality
and also relational reality.

And these Westernized adults
realize this other world is

waiting to be built.

Suburban House Love

We could be in a kitchen,
She and I.
A kitchen in a suburban home
in Wisconsin,
A Saturday afternoon,
for our little boy’s birthday party.
Wood grain cabinetry
and splatter sprayed dry wall.
Light blue balloons,
pink and yellow ones too,
taped to the walls, ceilings,
kitchen appliances, and doorways.
We could be there
with the
fluorescent light
merged with
the sunlight from windows
to warm us and turn our feelings
to goodness.
To know what it’s like to have
relaxed muscles and breath.
To feel cold iced tea move
over our tongues.