To call a Californian a flake is redundant; in fact, I heard a story recently that you can lose a percentage point off your I.Q. for every year you live in La-La Land!
This phenomenon, of absent-mindedness, however, is now affecting the whole nation. Our President commutes the sentence of a man working on his behalf to subvert the course of history and justice, because Mr. Libby, “can’t remember if he perjured himself with all the important information he was instructed to lie about by his boss”! The President himself forgets his lie about W.M.D’s , the shifting goal posts of the war in Iraq, funding AIDS in Africa, and the cronies he put in charge of Katrina.
But is this a top down phenomenon or a bottom up disease? After all, the President is credited with being the dumbest leader of the ‘free world’ in the past two centuries – we can’t have it both ways!
Check out the following poem and see if you recognize someone you know?
He sat down excited over her latest adventure.
Checking his watch looking interested as I spoke mine.
Distracted by the seconds counting off her watch-ing Me.
Listening and watch-ing him looking through me to her next
appointment-Luncheon–Meeting- Tete-a-tete.
There will be times indeed when talk is right for family and friends.
Time indeed; but not now! Not any NOW’s! For he’s gone,
Dissolved, Melted back into the ether from where she came.
Smoldering
I sat feeling the air of his presence lift off of me.
She wasn’t there!
The human being just wasn’t Here!
Talking, feeling, imbibing our connection, friendship, future, present!
He never really arrived.
Hovering into my life like a paper trail of memories she’s
Chasing to find him-self-but-won’t-slow-down-to-hear-her-self-think,
Or others talk and wail and pour forth their joys and sorrows.
No!
He never was here. Never really here at all!
With you and me capturing the scent of life’s majesty passing between us.
We who care to be present when the beloved is in the air.
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