The Bountiful Table

Has been many a moon, since I’ve taken a seat at anything but the Bountiful Table.

I remember the 5 days of not eating in the blush of youth when I was too proud to beg and too stupid to steal, as a long ago Myth that happened to someone else… but no, that was me.

I still have trouble asking for what I want. Still fear those rejections. Will give no voice to that lack of power.

I believe in the collective unconscious of my forefathers; guiding from a force of which there is no understanding, just gratitude.

I don’t fear not sitting at that table however I recognize the lack of joy elsewhere.

Dennis Mantin

Coffee

Waiting…

Searching for the right phrase in those moments where the sun is about to crack that horizon and when the proprietors of the last legal drug sold at 7a.m. open for business.

It’s great to be alive. I lack the imagination for anything else.

Dennis Mantin

The Long Days of Summer

The heat has faded like my memory. The cool night air is a welcome change. Beauty has had her way once again.

I am calmer now with much patience. They said it wouldn’t happen: it has. The prognosticators are still a force despite their inability to predict. They drive me to succeed.

I plan now with wise advisers who hover in the shadows silently.

This will be the way going forward and though I am older now; the lessons have just begun.

Dennis Mantin

The Oceans

Every year she crosses the Atlantic to the scene of the crimes searching for virtues that can’t be located.

Perhaps it’s just acknowledgment of what they did or is it the utterance of an apology she seeks?

Once I reached the Indian Ocean with her and there we found some of the rascals wedged between servants ordering serfdom.

They lack the courage she seeks.

Once I got her in the Pacific near the equator and in one glorious moment I got the photo that captured her in all her beauty and I swear in that one moment she forgot all the resentments she harbours; and smiled at me.

I call this a miracle. Dennis Mantin

The Generalist

No specialization here.

Benal decades long studies learning a dozen ways to to say the same thing will be avoided at all costs.

I am the Generalist observer who knows intimately what it’s like to be thick as a brick and the sky knows no limits in my capacity for learning.

This is merely a log to remind myself of the time when I was rereading the power of Myth… in the distant future that doesn’t exist.

Dennis Mantin

Darkness Fell

Darkness fell, it wasn’t mood, it was just the time of day.

Said, “Oh well” I should include, I slept the night away.

The sun did rise, same as before, I knew was just for me.

Closed my eyes and heard the roar of an angry distant sea.

I heard of tales, happened long ago, long before our time.

Of people who had lived and loved with hearts of faith and rhyme.

Dennis Mantin