January 2022 – Walk Where You Want

George Harrison’s Living in the Material World… comes to his son in a dream.

If It’s Time We Must Bear

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Untool mind to spare time those steps

never taken. Relishing difference the

song of new eyes, a respectable space

comfortable, not overdone. An orbital

perspective feels the pull of a world

willing you back to cuddle up and listen.

All was a trap beyond our hitherto existence, a

collection of shapes behaving as one striding being

with the sum of human efforts playing out in precisional

tattoos, till accusations arise about an unacknowledged

separateness between two arms on one body driving

the operator mad with itchy skin, deciding best march

for Andromeda, agonizing surrender.

Arriving before we’re ready if it’s time we must bear,

recline to find it’s not there, hatching then a chick of

eternal incubation, cute, fluffy, and unchanged.

Surprised to notice those baby steps were always

at your feet, a breadcrumb trail for mice of men.

In baseball it’s called your summer family, in surfing it’s your winter family, when the ocean awakens sleeping giants. This was early in November.

Stand Up Steve

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Paddles up mirroring messiah,

been awhile since we caught up,

as an aging surfer, he’s apprenticing

under a wave guru up north, one of

the salty till senile types. “My pop up

is good for a few waves, then I’m just

blowing it. I’ll do anything to stay on a

shortboard”, motioning his paddle at the

monstrosity of buoyancy under foot.

Being able to set that line and go, with

this, making moch jump as though he

had cinder block feet. A crystalizing

thought, “less resistance, all response.”

Announced in the manner of mention,

they let the words hang for a moment

grappling with how minutia of honest

pursuits mirror life at their core. Being

in the world, a deepening of self.