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A Thought for Today

Conscience, like cowardliness is contagious, but only the brave can catch it.

 

The regular daily Flight Plan will be suspended for a few weeks while I'm away helping Webmaster Ken Blackie work out the design and content of our upcoming STANYAN HOUSE web site. I hope you'll continue landing here ever day though because Jay Hagan and Melinda Smith have chosen two poems from a different one of my books for every day that I'm gone.

So, something new will be here every morning. The Thought for Today and the Notable Birthdays will continue. See you soon.

Love, Rod

Two poems from the soft cover edition of "Moment to Moment," Rod McKuen.

On the Way to Sacramento

The three of us
on our way to Sacramento
and no one speaking.
Each having committed the error
of caring for the other -
                    but separately.

And all the while
we thought that we were different.
From what, I wonder ?
Passion doesn't even need the wind,
it is a need unto itself.

Where friendship lurked
and love once lived
now only silence dwells
and truth between us
will not come again.
Though we're altogether naked
even to the autumn trees,
we are more private
than we'll ever be.

I wish that I were home
wherever that might be.
Home for always, and alone.
Not just one more
passenger of hate
on this third day of October
riding down the California highway.

I pray that I might never be
amazed and let down even once again
by those I trust.

Not possible? I know.
Then I pray
we'll all reach Sacramento soon.

                                
- Chosen by MS

notable birthdays Troy Aikman o Bjork o Vivian Blaine o Joseph Campanella o Tom Dorsaneo o Coleman Hawkins o Goldie Hawn o Rick Lenz o Laurence Luckinbill o Lorna Luft o Natalia Makarova o Juliet Mills o Stan Musial o Franco Nero o Eleanor Powell o Marlo Thomas o Voltaire

Saturday Morning

And now
the table's bloody
with red dahlia petals.
The sunflowers too
begin to hang their heads.

I have paced these rooms
and rolled alone
upon the bed
two dozen times today.

I've been out walking
and come back
and been out walking once again.

The street was empty
till ten-thirty.
Now it's filling up.
It seems as though
all Amsterdam
had the morning off.

My watch is running fast
or my watch is running slow.
One or the other is the truth,
I'm removed from real time.

For the better part
of this one week
I've set my timepiece
by your coming
and your going.
My only clock now
is the chiming in the square.

My sense of distance
          hasn't changed.
I still feel miles
and worlds away
from anything that was or is.

More and more
I wonder if that distance
always was and has been
as compatible as closeness.
If this is so,
the habit must be changed
or tempered by
some new truth
not yet evident,
or shown to me
        for what it is.

If I'm to be a man
of dark distance set apart
from what I thought I needed,
then the distance
has to be a measured one.

                                           - Chosen by JH

"Moment to Moment" was first published by W.H. Allen in London in 1971. A Revised Version was published by Cheval Books in 1972 & a completely revised edition was published by Simon & Schuster in 1974
© 1984, 1988, 1999 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry chosen by Jay Hagan and Melinda Smith
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