Polish: Mountain Moment

Like silent empty bones,

concrete drinks heat from the sun.

Within a spring day,

the sound of a gurgling river,

kisses the moment.

The dusty dead giant,

ignores natures flirtations.

A butterfly stretches its wings,

in the thin mountain air.

The moment grabs my heart,

concrete and machinery dissolve

into roots, wet dirt, and fuzzy antennae.

Powdered wings lift my soul,

while the waterfall’s music

polishes submerged boulders.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert

 

Garbage Disposal Plug

Often I am so distant from the truth, my rambling just becomes embarrassing in the end.

I had Biology 204 homework, English 122 Homework, Geology 111 homework, and a Top level distribution test to study for this weekend.  But I am a Landlord, not a slum lord.  If your appliances don’t work.  I fix them or I replace them.  So on Saturday the dishwasher came in.  No dollies, no help, I am big enough to carry those things around.  They aren’t heavy.  I have done it five times before.  But this one.  This one would teach me the price of not getting all of the information.  I install it.  Electrical, check.  Water flow, check.  Water drain, check.  No leaks, looks good.  Mount it!  I am done! Or, was I.

Renter calls, “Error 24 flashing…”

I tear it out, check it, drain it… and say,

“Yeah, you have to limit the grease.  The centrifugal pump on the bottom of the dishwasher can’t handle the flow if it is full of food particles.”  Run it with the drain in the sink, it works.  I lecture some more… yeah, I am right this time.

It’s hooked up and running, wife says, “Wait, wait, another error.”

Pull it apart, check it.  “It’s the hose, its too long.  The pump can’t handle the distance, yeah that’s it.  I am a water professional, I know these things.  I am sure of it…”

Go and get the kids some food, its finally over…  need to get back to the homework.

“What?” my wife says in a sigh, answering her phone.  “Oh no…”

In the drive through at a burger joint, I ask my phone, “What is wrong with the dishwasher hooked into a garbage disposal?”  I read… it takes seconds.  I shout, “I am an idiot!”

Garbage disposals have a plastic button the size of a dime that you have to knock out.  I go, I knock it out.  “Done!”

“BIO 204 lets dance, you are going to be a handfull.  Prokaryotes… interesting…”  the phone rings.

“Oh no,” my wife says… “Water on the floor…”

“Tell them I will be there in 10 minutes…”

Unhook it, pull it out.  Drain line fell off of the unit… “Got it!”  Reinstall for the 7th time.  Run it.  Watch it.  “It works!”

I think about life.  How many times have I thought I understood something and spoke upon it as if I was some sort of an expert.  Good life lesson.  Transforming from landlord to student in under 10 hours, sounds about right.

Ready to learn and listen.  “What is this, the scientific method? Sounds interesting.”

 

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert

 

Haiku thoughts of possible preponderance

Infuse fire to soul,

life burns cold for the idle,

moving starts the blaze.

Call me, “empty shell”,

“a swirling nothing”. Void negates Value.

Big  Bang.  Leveled Soul.

How is it that, you

define me by one choice made?

Tears hit the delete key.

The arena is full.

Battle, waged by a slight few,

yet, all get a trophy.

Love, is found at home,

it is my breath and purpose,

Wife.  Kids. Love my home.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert

Guilt. Written in bone, not stone.

To survive life, guilt must be pulled from thought,

like a festering rotten tooth.  Negative self image

poisons the brain.

The twisted notion of forgiveness, is often lost,

upon ones own self.

Inside the sparking flesh of the entombed brain,

thoughts dance with dark lightning.

Violations carried out upon humanity

swirl in memories,  like a growling tornado.

Guilt of transgression, becomes the script

on the stage of life,

yelling again the wrongs,

that are already carved in bone,

behind the eyes of the accuser.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert