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.

Splendid Isolation

 

I can no longer hear you through this splendid isolation

Whether that’s purposeful on my part or consensual on yours makes no real difference

It’s not as if we had so much in common that we could get to know each other just by turning inward, like those others you sometimes matched us up against

Today’s stark contrasts feel sharper than any kitchen knife and cut so much deeper

But rather than despair we choose forgetfulness

Leaving us only to wonder once again what this silence is all about

 

Peace

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There Is No Time Left For Living

 

The days are softening, but the nights remain incomplete

Blurred lines, mixed up memories, long abandoned detours lie ahead

If yesterday never happened, tomorrow becomes just so much collateral damage

And once every breath needs to last a lifetime, there is no time left for living

Sometimes mutiny best serves the unnerved heart

 

Peace

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This Time

 

When the morning starts again, I’ll be waiting

this time, I will find a way to understand you

this time, I will protect your unschooled heart

Age has ruined nearly everything, except my

appetite for another day and you within reach

 

Peace

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The House Of Music

 

There’s a front room that you can walk through,

if you just want to catch a note or two.

But the back door is always open

and you can settle right in.

Some nights, the music will lift you up.

Others will just bring you down.

Either way, you’ll want stay all night.

Because here, you’ll be ripped to pieces,

then put right back together again.

But never in the same way.

And always with a chance to start over.

Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted,

like you once told me?

Everything out there will be forgotten.

What happens in here insists on forever.

Until it’s over.

In this place that we call the house of music.

Come dance.

 

Peace

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Our Lazarus Moment

 

Lazarus, like the Phoenix before him, was raised up only to die again.

But where the Phoenix freed himself continually from everything that had existed before, Lazarus walked forward only once – and even then, he remained forever drenched in the knowledge of his own death. A lingering stench that leaves us mindful even today of our own rebelliousness, our own powerlessness, our own death.

We have come face to face with yet another Lazarus moment.

A moment not unlike all those that have come before. A moment where renewal breaks in, desperate for our attention and clamoring for our help.

And like Lazarus, we can react with force and determination even if we find ourselves unusually broken, unusually flawed, and unusually aware of the limitations that still remain ahead.

We might envy the Phoenix with its unending ability to begin again from nothing unburdened, as it was, by a past finally heaped upon the ashes.

But Lazarus taught us that we can always just start over again.

Right from where we are.

 

Peace

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Ordinary Moments

 

Memories came flooding back today.

Simple things, like when I grabbed your

hand for the very first time, and when

you touched my heart for the very last.

 

Two ordinary moments that forever mixed

up everything, that set everything on fire

before we ever learned about forgetting.

Ordinary moments are sometimes like that.

 

Even if memories are not.

 

Peace

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Sheltered

 

Sheltered in place with no where to hide, I am

Constantly wiping clean my touchscreen

fingerprints – mostly under some false

Pretense that I can somehow start

Over again, as if none of this

Ever happened, as if by our

Hands alone we could

Contain any more

Damage

 

Peace

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Foraging

 

The squirrels are out in force this morning, successfully digging up fresh supplies. No lines, no waiting.

But not much social distancing going on.

I’ve been watching them for a bit from my window while I sit here, sipping a cup of coffee. I’m trying to draw some lessons from their behavior but so far . . . nothing.

I’m still working, although my commute no longer involves being squeezed in between a hundred plus other New Yorkers on the way to who knows what.

Our own means of foraging I suppose.

Shut downs, shut ins, shut outs – all happening as temporary but life changing plans continue to unfold.

But with great challenges come great responsibility.

And greater faith.

To be honest, I’m still working on that last one.

Along with some much needed additional patience.

Peace

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Disoriented

 

Displacement, disruption, social destitution.

Every protocol becomes suspect once the walls of normalcy are breached.

Deciding only how far, how long, how wanton our removal.

Isolation and destruction tendered from above.

With nothing to walk back. Not today.

For the greater good

Of course.

 

Peace

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Rediscover

 

Today, we rediscover ourselves

Peeling away layers of fossilized deceit, we begin to uncover an innocence long ago suppressed but never forgotten

Discarding yesterday’s tears like some day old coffee long exposed to the elements, we brew up a fresh cup

Exposing closeted misconceptions about a lifetime of failure, we realize that detachment no longer justifies even our most fanciful aloofness

Today, we rediscover ourselves

Floating high above the groundless ruins that always just stood in the way

 

Peace

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