Presence of Being
The slight ring of the back porch chimes
resonates through the air
tingling sensate neurons that
enable emotional and spiritual
responses to my present state of “being.”
With awareness of my existing self,
the “I” of “who I am” feels integrated with
the winds travelling through the dry
air of a drought.
These soft brief winds bring their past to
my present, touch me for moments, then
move on to their future - a place I haven’t yet
As they pass, I remain in a presence that
is disconnected from both past and future.
I remain for a glorious moment in the
inexplicable presence of my “self” that
is remarkably transcendent of all matter
with no boundaries and only a brief but
beautiful sense of existence.
This place, this here, this now, this moment,
is a moment of invincible nothingness neither
hope nor despair, neither past nor present
just the presence of being.
Primal Scream - Primal Cry
I see them in my mind,
all those who died.
I buried them.
I teared and cried inside.
Now I sit and now I’m old
and see myself dying and I will
I won’t be here long - to cry, nor be
a witness, but will be buried
in my coffin, where I will decay
in flesh and blood in bone and eyes.
Though there is much to see,
it will not be there for me, as I
will be with family and others
in that eternal dust - the dust that
was reserved for you and I.
It will be for others left behind to cry
and that is the eternal cry that says:
why oh why must it be I?
There will be no response, only the dust
that contains the collective I that is
So try - yes - try we must - to love all we can.
That is forged in the primal cry when we are
infants … to get the love that resides in someone
else, for our purpose is to survive, and the way
to get that love is to scream that primal scream,
and cry that primal cry, until there is no breath left,
only a sigh for the loss of love that lets us die.
Chris Collins has
indulged in a variety of activities: nature photography (exhibiting locally at
the Woodstock Artists Association and Museum), served in local politics
(elected to the Woodstock town board), and eventually created and was CEO of a
501© (3) festival (the Woodstock Comedy Festival) whose profits were donated to
survivors of domestic violence and human trafficking.
photopoetry are Chris’s main interests, especially nature poems which he
combines with nature photography.
Chris has been published in several Hudson Valley magazines, an anthology and national publications. His work has been published in Arts Mid-Hudson’s and WAAM shows; in an anthology: Mightier - Poets for Social Justice; in a humanist web zine: A Poetry-Lover’s Guide To The World-Wide Web, Post-1950 also in Writers in the Mountains. Chris is a member of Calling All Poets Society (CAPS) & Woodstock Poetry Society.