The Conductor and the Flip Phone

Like the conductor on a platform,

Pocket watch in hand,

He pulled out his flip phone

Timing the evening's show.

He was the showman, 

Conducting our night club journey.

The musician's notes carried us.

Our social games imported us.

But with his pocket flip phone

He kept the train on time.

Our iPhones and Galaxies waited,

Luggage filled with our days,

For the conductors nod

To pick them up and move on.

It was the conductor and his flip phone,

Or was it a pocket watch,

That drove the night.

Come, sit, and Be

I am who I am.

I am the one formed in my mother’s womb.

I am the one who has been lifted up

and the one beaten down.

I am the traumatized healer.

I am not the one I hope others will see.

I am not the one my ego salivates for.

I am not the one who failed

nor the one who succeeded.

I am a human being who is loved

and loves.

I am part of all that is

and part of all that will be.

And so for today,

I will be who I am.

Come, sit, and

be who you are 

with me.