Life Goes On

I was just thinking today how I haven't written any poetry in a while. But like I always say, "poetry is in the living". I recently spoke with my mentor and friend Bill Gray (old H.S. psychologist and life long friend) and I hear the life going on in the background as the cars were screaming by and I was sitting in the AT&T deployed Soldiers phone trailer listening to booms of out going artillery as they vibrate the trailer. And it just made me think...life goes on, it's going on, we are living in what will soon be history. Soon I will be home from Baqubah and it will all be a drop in the bucket. I picture him riding down Michigan Avenue passed boarded building's and closed factories and people that are just trying to get by. While he simultaneously describes what he is seeing. On my end, a war goes on and Soldier's are rolling up insurgents that plan to attack coalition forces. We try to make things better as much as our Western minds can comprehend. Children wave at our convoy's as we ride past and we wave back as we look nothing short of intimidating.

We are living in historic times as Barrack Obama was just chosen as the democratic candidate for president. We are on the brink of a new era of American race relations. I don't think we'll understand the impact of what Barrack Obama represents, only time can tell. The onset is quiet we are changing, the cocoon is warm. The war still goes on and our country is taking shape by our current foreign policy programs, war, a sliding economy, and heightening gas prices. As this life goes on. I've got a responsibility to be better, to work harder and attempt to influence the world around me the best I know how. My desires are seeming to big for my skin, my love out stretches my capability and I am a participant of this life that is just going on.