The State of Things

Stone keeps sitting silent

Sun shines hard and clear

Earth moves as matters make it

Sometimes slow, then violent

Sometimes there, then here

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

All Of It, All At Once

All of it

All at once



I’m greedy

Forgive me

My hunger

My lust

My thirst


All of it





Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

22 Years

When my father was my age

He had 22 more years left

He looked at the future

As an endless array of choices

Without death as an option

It was though

For good or bad

It always is

It is the boundary of

One’s vessel

Not it’s ripples

Across the inward ocean

It is hard me to view all of this

As an infinite journey as he did

Knowing what I know

Yet I will fight to view it so

The shrug off the knowledge of

Where the path to the ocean

Meets the water

Making 22 years into

A transinfinite journey

There is an eternity between moments

Endless ripples between the ripples

The ocean is never still

Even when there is no motion

Looking out from the shore

At the path’s end

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013