Heart and Conflict

Heart and Conflict

Sitting in morning sun

 this April spring day

waiting for words of tribute

 for our teacher's departing..

 Friday trips to the Senior Center
for those twenty eight years

there wearing his exampled past..

From a lifetime of preparing 

 weekly word gifts rise and express..

Morning sun finding breeze

a bumblebee just passed and

the grass hints of green..

Our teacher's mentor spoke

of a past not dead

and not even past..
This presence of Now 
finds our heart..

And of the heart:

when writing disturbs 

the whiteness of a page
this reminds us of conflict

 the heart with itself..

The sun's warmth dispels 

April's chill and we 

remember that whiteboard

after Colleen's erasing..

With new whiteness

the heart cleansed for Now

of the words and maps
of Yoknapatapha..

Those many conflicts 

with itself..

As he departs this morning

for his Liberty Heights home

we wish him the freedom

that name implies..

Doves in the distance

spring birds chirping

a steady traffic rumble..

Perhaps we know Now

our heart's conflicts

are simply made 
of itself...

Our best wishes 
to you Jesse,
our Teacher 
and Friend...

Charlie Coon
April 24th, 2015
Friday!

(see this and other of Charlie's
writing at:  polarityinplay.blogspot.com )