Waiting on A Winter by Sam Flot

Waiting On A Winter

The sun breaks

Through the horizon’s daystorm

Southerly confident northerly not

Rain falls in buckets until more wind moves this storm along a bit

The birds are undeterred

Everything is soaking up the rain

The conifer trees, the tall grass, the blackberry brambles

The woodpile, the gutters and the goldfish pond

This earth is a sponge ready to receive

A sustaining stormy winter

A crashing ocean on headlands

Spraying wet winter feedback

Onto the ice plants and the burnpiles of skotch broom

As the rain falls harder and most humans hunker

On this coastal El Nino afternoon

As this Pacific Storm pacifies this bone dry landfall

Spreading far and wide across the land of the drought

Eroding, yes, but what choice do we have

When Mother Nature’s whimsy catches a breeze or doesn’t?

All the cycles are cycling and

All the circles will complete themselves

As the hard rain falls on soft mud

As the tough yet tender humans hunker down

Waiting on a winter like never before

12.20.2015

Caspar

sf

Lighter Than Ever by Sam Flot

Lighter Than Ever

Senses delicate and desperate

This is not trivial

Densest tenses of slogging through

Across and over

We built the break to stall the onslaught and

We stand here now broken

Looking forward

Released to be a blank slate

Freed from any connections

Other than my mate for life and beyond

Left in bad sneakers and I’m happy to live this moment

As much as all the others

I’m happy to stand on this surface

With existential sense of purpose

This land doesn’t give you what you ask for

This land gives you what you need

So go grab your things and mount your steed

The road leads

Itself out underneath you

Like the blessings of impermanence

Dropped on your head with all the grace of a swinging 2x4

Gather your understandings and move on

Keeping in mind

Moving On Day is easier than Moving Day

Any day

Carry on lighter than ever

Floating on the strength of the air all around us

Floating above the dirt underneath us and

The water inside of us

Carry on with respect for all the elements

Including fire and the majesty of nature in process

Carry on elemental as the day you were born

On a new earth, drinking new water,

Breathing new oxygen, sparking a new fire

In the same ole belly

sf in SF

9.29.2015

Dedicated to Jocelyn

Hammer My Soul by Sam Flot

Hammer My Soul

Displaced but placated, nonetheless

Dancing to my theme music

The dream continued

The ideal was met

Or would be once the future unravels

The hotter the fire

The easier the iron melts

To be fashioned to a shape

Unsatisfied to just exist

I put my iron in the fire

Prepared or not for the twisted outcome

I gave myself for re-shaping

Hammer my soul

Bend it around the art of the world

I will take its shape upon me

And carry on as happy, if not happier

Than ever before

by Sam Flot 2003

We Are by Sam Flot

We Are

Built above cadences

Raised in gradients

By traded winds

On fleeting clouds

Milky ways and the persistent insistence

Of a good foundation

A traditional rumination fulminating in

Practical radicals solut-ing

Not like those prob-lemmings

Selected to direct even more blockbuster prequels

Lost moreso in the vein of

The unseen endeavor unleashed on forever

Chanted like the playground

Is this lifetime’s proving ground

 Treating the loud just like the silky and

When the tertiary become the titular

Fall will roam all day

Serpintine in pathways

Pertinent to the topical terra firma

 Underfoot and in my aura

Silently

Cooperating again

To turn the anxious axles

To gain the cheapest traction

To roll wherever the gravity blows us

1.1.2015

Happy New Year!

Sam

Tactile Co-Existence by Sam Flot

Tactile Co-existence

Life is a sacred ritual

If you make it become one

A gate passing through

Dimensions of tactile coexistence

Straight lines curving

Still maintaining consistent reverence

For the movements of dance

If you animate with sentience

If you practice to perfection

If you forget to memorize

If you know

Exactly which tree on the distant hill speaks to you

Then life is a sacred ritual 

Malleable by Sam Flot

Malleable

The liquefied antecedent

Flowed free by accident

As if the elements

Could change their form

Shifting shapes

Becoming malleable

When uncontained by other mass or matter

Functioning within

Whatever the environment

Presents, constricts, restricts or enhances

Once the precedent solidified

We all had a better idea about what to expect

Or rather, we better understood

The possibilities inherent

In the combination of weather and time

Combining with the above mentioned elements

Directly affecting and effecting

Form and motion

As much as input and output

sf 

May 

2014

What Isn't?

What Isn’t?

Another adherent

Is coming unglued

Under the back porch

Unprepared to return to

The fandango forest forces of the jungle

Lit up with torches by the guides

Traveling through the brush with barrels and tents

At the end of the following

At the beginning of

The moment of coming together

Over the front porch gables

Ready to launch the sky’s first refusal

Of tangential currency

Ready to burst the bubble of

The moon’s great insistence

To retire the past tense

In an instant with a flick of a family finger or

A trick perpetrated

As an illusion

But what isn’t an illusion? 

What isn’t a sidewalk or a road?

What isn’t a table or a stove?

What isn’t lost cannot be found

Go somewhere you may find it

Wait here and it might return to you

s. flot

8.29.2014