The Trouble with Elephants in Ohio

•November 15, 2017 • 1 Comment

The trouble with elephants is not their size
or their unwieldy, exuberant nature
but that the Midwest is really no place for an elephant.

The I-ching warned me about riding with elephants
or consorting with them but I wouldn’t listen.
Now, here I am, in the midst of a pack of them.

Last summer when I headed down to Ashland
driving thru Amish country, south of Oberlin,
an elephant appeared near Orange wanting to hitch a ride.

I was eager to oblige him. He was filled with stories and enthusiasm.
He said if I took him along
he’d teach me the ways of the Tao and that I’d be blessed.

But elephants are notorious for carrying a lot of baggage
and since they don’t drive they are no help on long trips.
They are often stuffed into the back seat with their trunks
draped precariously out the window.

Known for strewing peanut shells and popcorn all over the car floor,
their need to stop often to graze on the banks of muddy creeks,
their incessant desire to listen to progressive jazz when all I want is bit of quiet.

And, it’s just intolerable that they’ve been caught dozens of times
rifling thru peoples pockets during poetry readings.
They are well known pickpockets you see.

Elephants get car sick when it rains,
are attention hogs and wear brash colors.
Always looking for notoriety.

And their incessantly muddy feet…
well let’s just say I’m tired of it.

c.m.brooks 11-15-17


In the End

•October 1, 2017 • 2 Comments

For Puerto Rico 

In the end we will all go this way.
Down a dimly lit staircase
at the end of a glistening rope.
No water, no electricity, no fuel.

The oppressive heat pressing in
like a heavy weight and each breath
lingering with a final shudder.

Each leafless tree, each roofless house

And how will they know we were here?
By the single shoe, the empty cup,
the lifeless garden and
the broken world surrounding us.

September 30, 2017 by c.m. brooks


•September 23, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I pull you out of my heart

root by root

but darling

this is going to take some time.

~Sept. 23, 2017 by c. m. brooks

blue land

•September 16, 2017 • Leave a Comment

there is a blue land at the end I think.

a moonlit path across the shimmering
water, spirit caught up in its radiance.

I am swept up in this silent wonder,
this enveloping sanctuary of light.

Sept. 9, 2017 by c.m.brooks

stone heart

•August 28, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I had never considered that a full heart
could become heavy.

That there would come a time it
would feel itself a burden.

A small bird carrying a stone with nowhere
for its contents to soar or land.

August 28th, 2017 by c. m. brooks

Bardo Meditation for a friend

•August 25, 2017 • Leave a Comment

For Christie

They say that just the act
of reciting the prayers
will help you. I hope so.

Thrown out of the world,
your candle blown out,
suspended in the dark of timelessness.

Listen closely for my prayers,
reach up and grab the golden thread.
Look for the Light, the ground of Being.

Follow it to the thousand petaled lotus.
Smell it’s fragrance and step thru
just as the bright blossom begins to open.

The World wind is still and there is no
firm ground beneath you.
But trust and have no fear.

Bow to it all, both the pleasure
and the pain. Listen intently for the Lion’s roar.
Feel your connection to Eternity.

“It is the truth that liberates
not the effort to be free.”
All you need to do is let go
and remember who you really are.


Aug. 25, 2017 By c.m. brooks

alternate universe

•July 20, 2017 • Leave a Comment


In an alternate universe
things would be different
your memories would not disappear
but be written on your skin
a bold palette at your fingertips
indelibly imprinted
unfading in the light of time

In an alternate universe
my world would be different
your love written on my heart
unwavering, with ink-stained certainty
no doubts, no obstacles
no regrets to surmount
unquestioned like the rising sun

7- 20-17  by c. m. brooks