The Smile That Paused Time

Not long ago I shared a poem inspired by the remarkable 2016 concert featuring Amos Lee along with the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra (Feeling The Photons).  The evening was a glorious experience and one which did not cease at the end of the performance.  In fact, the experience continues to this day for me.

RC My wife and I were bidding farewell to the friends who had joined us when a mystical moment occurred.  I turned to my friend Rachel and said, “I hope you had a good time.”  Her response paired with a smile to create something extraordinary.  As I looked at her, everything around us fractured and all background crumbled away from view.  There was nothing but her and, most prominently, the smile.  One of the most calm, content feelings I have known washed over me.  The image remains vivid in my mind, yet words to describe the experience are hard to find.  This is the best I can do to convey what occurred to cap off an evening deeply etched in my memory.

She Smiles


This poem came about as a series of contrasts.  It was written in a period of time where my routine was all out of whack, yet the drudgery of everyday life was still in place.  I felt detached from the world, but at the same time, my surroundings were in control.


Photo by Azrul Aziz on Unsplash

During the drive to work one morning, everything around me felt like it was moving slower than normal.  The cars merging into traffic seemed to be moving in an odd fluid-like manner – a bizarre viscous flow.  I was moving at normal speed, but everything around me was not.  A thought went through my head that I was driving in a zombie universe.  That idea remained for a couple of days, becoming a driving force of this poem, as the contrasts continued.

I was writing a great deal at the time while also struggling to decide what to do with all the output.  So many ideas were coming that at some points I had four or five poems being composed at once.  Combining with the increase in output was a recurring thought that all of the writing needed to be destroyed.

Soon after writing this, the normal routine of my life returned and the chaos in my head began to calm.  Obviously, I chose not to destroy all of my writing since you are reading this.  My editor thinks this poem is rather weird, but I hope it stimulates your brain rather than making you want to eat some.

Zombie Universe


Taking Chances

no-risk-no-reward-text-concept-isolated-over-white-background-90111221Taking chances can be an excruciatingly difficult experience, but can also lead to tremendous growth and reward. Taking chances, like starting blog for instance, requires vulnerability.   This seemed a logical and appropriate first post.

Few people enjoy the feeling of vulnerability.  However, I am learning moments of vulnerability are most often followed by moments of unparalleled joy.  Take a chance.  I doubt you will be sorry.