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.

I Am Always With You, There

 

Yesterday around noon you walked about the house and you found me.

But I wasn’t there.

Today up and down the street you called after me and I answered you.

But I wasn’t there.

Just now your phone jangled mine with that cranky old bell and I listened up.

But I wasn’t there.

Tonight after midnight I’ll return to help ease you back into the morning sun.

For do you not yet understand?

I am always with you,

There.

 

Peace

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Deliberate

 

It is not with ease that I awake, nor with confidence in the day ahead.

Desperate calls interrupted the night. Imaginary ones, yet real.

Sharply colored dreams still sting at my brain, as if to signal despair.

In my wakefulness I choose the forgiveness that comes from routine.

And in stretching my body, a breath to find my place.

Some days must be deliberate.

 

Peace

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Water Wheel

 

Already generations past its usefulness, the water wheel still commands the respect of the power lines just overhead.

Where the lines serve as a conduit for the efforts undertaken by others from far, far away, the water wheel never had that option.

Constantly in motion and subject to all of the vagaries of the weather, decay, and every type of infestation that the world has come to throw at it, the wheel has grown old through its own sweat and in service to those living right alongside it.

A reminder, surely, of how far we have come. From a time when our very survival required us to engage fully with nature.

A time when we had to give as much as we got.

And a time when we had to give first.

 

Peace

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Momentary Lull

 

The clock on the mantle stopped last night, sometime around midnight.

As if unsure of itself, or contemplating whether one more sweep around was even necessary.

I really shouldn’t read too much into the actions of a generations-old time piece that has been keeping an eye us these past twenty years, now at rest.

But its momentary lull reminds me that there is something, perhaps in the stepping back, that can strip darkness of its power and corruption of its grip

Once surrender no longer measures loss

 

Peace

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Window Shadows

 

Window shadows

They misshape, misrepresent, and mostly miss the mark

Yet they remind us that our reality often bends back towards some unmet need

And that what is real may no longer exist, what exists may no longer be real, knowing

All the while that when I reach out, that shadow will splinter off and land right back on me

If only for a moment

 

Peace

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Lopsided

 

I noticed only yesterday, but the signs have been in place forever.

The trees in my backyard, the ones that have always been so elegant, so strong, so reliable, and just this side of ancient, have grown grossly lopsided.

Perhaps it’s the ground beneath them. Unanticipated upheavals are now feeding at their roots. Or maybe it’s the years of neglect, years when I failed to see their very fragility.

Even their limbs are pointing back towards the earth, as if reaching down for the comfort of days long gone.

Will their own weight finally bring them down?

Not if I can nurture them again. Not if I can reclaim those anchoring roots.

Lessons abound.

Peace

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Even Yesterday’s Yesterday

 

The sun is fading, and I have failed to catch it

Just one more evening of empty hands and broken hearts

And a head still jam-packed with tomorrow’s jacked up promises –

But if luck holds out, even yesterday’s yesterday will soon enough be forgotten

 

Peace

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Philosophical Leaves

 

A tree in the garden, even one hellbent on disguising its purpose,

Can’t help but reveal its fruit to every soul that walks by.

Even its leaves tell the story, first of fits and starts,

Then of a falling away, season upon season.

How very much like the rest of us.

 

Peace

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