Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Spiderman Lunchbox

We saw him on our morning walk
a small boy 
tethered, just barely
hand in mother’s hand
on their way to the school 
next to the park.

He looked at Jack The Dog with wonderment
and looked at me briefly
to see what type of person 
walks a great beast in the park.
He smiled as we distracted his focus a few times
but moving always forward
he could barely contain his excitement
as he drew near his destination.

And I tried to remember 
what it felt like
to have so much excitement 
buzzing around inside you
that it made you skip
while Mom escorted you to that magical room
that smelled of paste and disinfectant
where your best friends in the whole-wide-world 
would be there waiting for you, excited on your arrival,
bursting to ask you great questions 
and compare stories of
what you saw on TV last night
as we waited for those sessions
out on the hungry concrete 
that ate skin from girl’s knees and boy’s elbows
while we we ran and screamed with abandon
to the sound of playing on clanking metals bars
and hoped to be picked 
for the greatest kickball game
15 minutes would allow.

And I wondered
what was in his Spiderman lunchbox.

Is it still a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (no crust),
lots of wee-size snacks
not made for kids but for tired moms,
and a small box of something 
trying to pass itself off as real juice (100% natural!),
or did his lunch box come with a matching thermos
that now holds the eternal smell of spoiled milk?

And when opening his lunch 
and seeing slices of apple or celery (good for trading with a girl)
instead of those mini-cupcakes,
is this what will teach him 
his first lessons in repeated disappointment 
in the name of "It's good for you"..?

what would it take 
to get you to skip to work tomorrow
in appreciation of the possibilities 
of another beautiful day?
Once upon a time
it was as simple as the anticipation 
of what's in your Spiderman lunchbox.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   September 2013

Friday, September 13, 2013


On a tired old day
a tired old man
and his tired old dog
sought the shade
of a tired old tree
to escape the heat
from a tired old sun
that beat down on a tired old world.

The tired old man 
looked at the tired old dog and said,
"I'm worried about these problems of mine.
I don't know what to do."

The tired old dog did not say anything.

Then the tired old dog 
looked up at the tired old man 
and turned his tired old head slightly to the right 
as if he knew what the tired old man had said 
but was unsure as to why he had said it, 
as if he was thinking it all over very carefully, 
as if he knew this was very important 
and deserved a good answer.

The tired old dog had no answer.

"Perhaps if we sit here a little longer, 
something will come to me" 
said the tired old man.

The tired old dog looked at him as if to say,
"That seems reasonable to me."

They both thought about things for a while longer 
and watched the tired old world go by.

The tired old dog had no objection 
to more time in the shade of a tired old tree.
He sighed heavily and put his tired old head
on the cool grass under the tired old tree
and stretched out his tired old dog bones.

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out"
said the tired old man,
and he went back to thinking 
about his tired old problems
that were holding him down 
with the weight of this tired old world.

The tired old dog took a deep breath 
and sighed a long tired sigh 
and looked at the tired old man as if to say, 
"You'll think of something. You always do. 
Let me know when you've got an idea.
I'll be right here."

And the tired old dog took a nap,
because thats what you do 
in the shade of a tired old tree
to escape the heat 
from a tired old sun
on a tired old day
in this tired old world.

Ken Owen    Van Niddy Press   September 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The View From Here

have a seat
right here 
next to me,
we'll dream share
as the sun 
fades morning mist
into futures revealed,
our gift of love 
received in reverence,
hearts bound together

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   September 2013