Wednesday, January 13, 2016

storms on mars

sometimes i am alive,
but not living.
sometimes i'm
breathing,
but not alive.
"yet not i, but christ lives in me."
does he?
there is faith, but it falters
in the wake of
everything.
in the everydayness of being
alive
but not living.

there is no dearth of
moments,
rich and full of happy laughter,
of love and friendship and
connection.
it's more like i'm short-circuited,
like aliveness
zaps in and out depending on
the current state of the
power grid,
or the tides, or the moon,
or the storms on
mars.