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Easy as the Days Go

Easy as the days go by
in the summer villages,
in the English gardens and
on American front porches.

You have not lived if you
have not spent time rocking
in a chair on wooden
planks that creak under the sun.

You have not lived if you
have not spent time not thinking
too much, only how pleasant
the current moment is,

how scent-kissed the air is,
how sun-kissed your face is,
how sense-kissed your body is,
how slow-kissed the time goes.

Easy as the days go by
you find that place where
getting nothing done
gives you everything.

Kyle McHale 2014

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Dying in a Chair

I don’t want to die in a chair,
I’d rather be afoot somewhere,
To be out there when I’ve no air,
The men before me died in chairs.

For Pop-Pop faded in a chair,
All that he saw way over there,
The Pacific blood he went through,
Then understood what men must do.

For Gramps faded in a chair,
All that he saw way over there,
The prison camps that he went through,
Then understood what men must do.

For Dad faded in a chair,
All that he saw way over there,
That jungle hell that he went through,
Then understood what men must do.

I don’t want to die in a chair,
I’d rather be afoot somewhere,
To be out there when I’ve no air,
The men before me died in chairs.

Kyle McHale      2010

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Night Tahoe

About the ancient shaping time,
This craft does form a peaceful sweet,
An air I have never tasted,
That sits on head and tugs the cheek

To magic tasting air. I sit
Outside, above the world sits,
Streaking stars with wondrous eyes
Among huge pines that stretch to fit

To fill pure beauty gap.
What is happening here?
My heart lay still but soul awake,
I sit and think in chair.

The dance of life is slow,
How far away is this place?
World of dancing peace
Exist to change my face.

I have never smelled so sweet an air,
Star dotted paper backs the trees,
Rolls out to cover all but down,
The sweetest things I have to see.

Season’s summer but heaven too,
Sweet kissed air, pine sap residue,
Seep into the water blue
Of a sweeping magic hue.

This feeling I only know,
Where I see and have to go,
Which direction time will go,
Lifting nights at Lake Tahoe.

Kyle McHale      2009

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