I am Man, the maker and breaker
of days past, the wanna be of
future days, the has been of my
own history. I am the sum total
of losses and gains, daily deaths
and renewed living remains of
thousands of yesterdays. I am
the product of change, the me
I have over time come to be.
I am Man, a recipe more or less
steeped in the lifetime ingredients
of my own unique individuality.
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Chris Hanch 9-25-2024
He refused to pull
on the loose end
and had to begin
all over again.
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Chris Hanch 8-8-2024
Currently, I am a 24/7,
365 man alive, a consumer,
repetitive and redundant
resumer of that which has
been done before.
I am an exhumer of history, a
sometimes man of mystery
seeking to find the answers
to the interrogatories in life,
why?
We are all one-timers,
short-timers who speak our
minds then leave the best
and worst of us behind.
Forget me the flowering,
Forget-me-not. I am once
was and shall never be again.
Pay homage, give praise, bitch
and complain only Eternity,
the unextinguishable flame,
my friends, remains forever
the same.
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Chris Hanch 8-7-2024
The co-mingling of cells
a trillion times over. Billions
of years, remove or add just one
rainy day. The lone goose that
didn’t make it winging south
for the winter. The brick layer
makes a mistake and starts all
over again. Imagine one stalk
of corn harvested from a
thousand acre farm in Iowa
many years ago. Countless Stars
are born nameless yet continue
to shine anonymously. How
many generations did it take
to bring the likes of you and I
into being? Think of the
happenings otherwise which
would have left us unborn into
this life, one errant cell gone
awry on any given Tuesday a
thousand years ago in Alexandria,
Egypt. What if that misplaced
brick had not been corrected?
What if, what if, what if innumerable
times over? Imagine the myriad
possibilities. Why or why not, how is
it the miraculous being of you and I
in the here and now? One missing
or mismatched relative from way
way back, and I wouldn’t be here
writing this at all. What are the chances?
Freakin’ amazing!
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Chris Hanch 8-2-2024
It’s hard
to believe
looking into
the mornin’
mirror—
livin’
lovin’
learnin’
in 77 years
of life,
this is what
has become
of me.
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Chris Hanch 7-31-2024
You and I have the ability
to think, to feel, to interact
and respond. The sun, moon
and stars cannot compare.
This is the beauty and the
curse of our humanity.
Neither king nor queen
has been gifted and blessed
with any more or less.
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Chris Hanch 7-28-2024
In the History of Man, and given
the places I have been and the personal
histories I have made, seventy-seven
years is not so many. I have forgotten
memories more than I can remember
and am reduced to say these waning days,
each day as another is seemingly the
same. Alas, to my dismay, given my
advancing age, life has come to be lived
that way.
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Chris Hanch 7-21-24
