Author Archives: Tom Zampino

Tom Zampino is an attorney in private practice in New York City who makes his home on Long Island. He and his beautiful and accomplished wife have raised two fantastic daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. He formerly blogged at the Catholic Channel at Patheos.

A View From There

 

The hustle of strangers in the grand concourse down below offers up no discernible signal, no clear or naked pattern.

Every step in this direction is seemingly double countered by two steps in that one. Yet movement forward somehow is always a given, always a constant. At least for that one lone fellow we briefly pursue with our locked and loaded eyes before he hastily dissolves back into an acquisitive crowd eagerly awaiting his return.

Like some high school science project fiddling with gasses and beakers and quickly timed measurements, the routes of these, our weary travelers, are both wildly speculative and boringly predestined.

It only matters from where they are first measured.

For just a moment, we catch a glimpse as if from heaven itself. And a thought or two intrudes about how all this might look from there.

 

Peace

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Delusions

 

Do I not really know you because you are perfect?

Are you perfect because I do not really know you?

My expectations were long ago buried in the sand,

and washed away alongside your first provocation.

I remain here, as your witness, still willing to testify

about a consummation that was never meant to be

 

Peace

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Lightly

 

I was born into the world, lightly

I have traveled throughout the stars, lightly

I have plodded my way back to the beginning, lightly

But I am unleashed and unbridled and unconstrained, tenaciously

 

Peace

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Patterns

 

Reaching out at midrib, from stem to tip

nourishment once pulsed so freely

through your dark green veins,

today they are just rigid

reminders, pointing

back to more a

complicated

time. But

now,

you

can

rest

 

Peace

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For The First Time

 

A compulsion to reminisce about things that I’ve never

seen before, streetcars running alongside several

small locked alleyways, and a few dwarf

palmettos that are just begging me to

guess about the unbound desires

that they’ve always kept so

well hidden behind their

sharp green leaves.

Until now

 

 

Peace

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Erasures

 

With a single stroke, a loss of memory

With a single step, a loss of movement

Once defined by personality and strength and quirkiness

All that remains is one single moment

Here I sit, still gasping at, still grasping at

Both past and future

Now all magically erased

 

Peace

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Turning Over Stones

 

Turning over stones, looking for a new way,

some have grown comfortable covered in

moss, some are now jagged, broken

down by the rains. Each has been

here long before I was born,

all will sit tight long after

I’m gone. Am I

looking for

comfort

or am

I

too

bloody

jagged?

Peace

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Holes

 

Love is not always where we look for it.

A lifetime spent chasing mind bending, ego boosting, toe curling moments will often lead us right back to where we began.

A simple tear, an honest gesture, even a bungled conversation, can begin to poke holes in the darkest of places between us.

We need only notice the light.

Peace

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Underground Play

 

I see you most mornings on the subway

seated in that very same place. You take

up more than your share of space. Brawny,

bearded, some might even call you a badass

with that gold earring and thick chain hanging

low. But we all know your little secret, we see it.

The look on your face, the gestures, give it away.

Yesterday, you bent your head down so that the

little boy you carried in that stroller could reach

up to play with your hat. And then he smiled

at you with that one tooth smile. And you

returned it. Then you saw me watching

you both, right before you got off,

just as we both nodded.

Knowingly.

 

Peace

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Take Two Steps

 

Not just one, take two steps.

Two steps move you forward. One is unsure, unsteady, a place to crawl back from.

Not just one, take two steps.

Two steps buy you time. One will cost everything, even things not yet owned.

Not just one, take two steps.

Two steps let you see beyond. One will keep you looking back.

 

Peace

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