Journey to Ixtlan

The poem “People Walked” was inspired by a meme that contained the words, “I was waiting for you without knowing it. I’ve waited for you for years.”


People Walked

I was waiting until the time
that purpose stated why it was
that people walked into my life

a question mark is applied
to the intention that god planned
when hello asks for more

each mystery is then guessed
with assumptions incorrect
for the bulk of faces met

with the span of ‘hate’ to ‘love’
each emotion possible
with some preferred nonetheless

thus every journey is begun
without knowing the outcome
when relations are resolved

still the wheel will have its laugh
a chuckle found at my expense
denying knowledge that I may find

when each person I may meet
a panoply of consequence
will be all things in due time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181206.

I wrote a poem much like “The One I'd Like to Date” before, but I wanted to explore again the concepts of connecting with people. The struggle is real, and the barriers of gender, color, nationality, religion, or age do us no favors. In my latter life I've met an amazing group of people who I would have loved to have dated if I was younger (and still single!!!). This poem is dedicated to all those people who make my world that much more special by connecting to me in the ways we do.


The One I'd Like to Date

You are one I would like to date
though fates will deny it in this place.
The gap that we could bridge by touch
is vast in the eyes of their prejudice.

To date or not is not of consequence
as long as I see the you underneath.
A desire to know you so much more
drives me to say these bold words.

The genders vanish in passion's blush,
the same or different matters not,
plumbing is secondary to us now
when connection is all that really matters.

Colors of skin and nationality,
distractions put aside for humanity's
acknowledgment of a kindred soul
with whom I can fully relate.

Religion bends a dogmatic knee
when the spiritual has ascendancy
to determine the similarities
between you and I and divinity.

Decades spin to singularity
as interests move hearts split by age.
I'd love to dance with anyone
who sees me as an agent of grace.

Life is too short to be separate
by these quirks of circumstance.
Passion's plunge or platonic high,
your world awaits beyond this gulf.

Society would still frown at our touch,
religion chime in for as a second choir,
this does not rob the bells that ring
when I am with you my friend.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160502.

I wanted to write a poem about the ability of dance to break down the barriers of life. There is the saying, “no plan survives the encounter with the enemy”. The plan of maintaining YOU and THEM is soundly defeated by the social encounter of dancing. The microcosm of dancing opens up new thinking about the larger macrocosm of human relating.


Us as One
Poem for Day 047 – 20150217

Relating is such a challenge,
human nature feeds on distance,
the source is inward I and me,
ego feeding the division.

See the dance as analogy
to the challenge of relating.
Understand one, grasp the other.
From another, frame of reference engaged.

I dance and there is no more them.
We dance and there is only us.
Walls crumble at mutual touch,
microcosm of life expressed.

So I dance, and I then relate.
Understanding dawns at long last.
I relate to you when there are
no boundaries, only us as one.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved