Ode to Sleep

Every night, I succumb
to your peace
your grasp,
here I am
emotionless
thoughtlessness
its bueatiful
I anticipate the moment
when I lay down
in soft sheets
the moment where
the pillow
molds to your head
Drifting off
you thing of
random things
but in the morning
you can't remember
what they were
Relinquishing your grip
on sleep, is the
only enemy
The nasty beeping
that wakes you from
your favorite time
is murderous
but in the
end you look
forward to the
next night
to the next time
the bed holds you
to the next time
sleep fills you

Fischer Hazen

Heart

The game starts to slip away
The score is constantly changing,
But not in our favor

Digging deep, but its not enough,
there’s not enough time
We are going to lose

You hear more and more of your coach
His frustration being let out in words
the crowd has gone quiet

Verbally, and emotionally demoralized
You give up, you stop playing
You were beaten

In the locker room you lose hope
Your coach was disappointed
And you let him down

Later anger consumes,
not really directed at anything
It is just there

In the days that follow
Determination and drive take over
Self pride holds you to a new standard

Never will you be beaten like that again
Never will you lose to another
Always you will do what it takes to win

Motivation compels you
Pride drives you

Fischer Hazen

Description

People characterized with vocabulary
Individuality expressed with adjectives
Without descriptions we are the same
No one is nor will be unique

From person to person:
Experiences differ
Formed emotions vary wildly
Minds wander in strange ways

Deep water, the sense of unknown
What’s below? What’s hidden?
Floating on the edge of a reef
Looking over into the dark murky depths
Eyes mercilessly playing tricks on you
A shadow here, another there
No noise, you feel like you are suffocating
Where is the great white?
Where is the beast?
Questions form, driving you crazy
Cringing, your body shakes

Enthralled you stand, eyes stuck on nature
You can barely comprehend what is before you
Behind is water cascading down a rock face
Reflecting light off in every direction
Diamonds sparkle in the air
Before you mountain ranges stretch the horizon
Snow capped jagged teeth explode up
They stick from a fall collection of aspen trees,
Beautiful green meadows, towering cliffs
The leaves are every shade of red and orange
All was created long ago, yet still is pristine

That presence of someone important fills the room
You feel small, irrelevant, and unimportant
You are just a small elementary kid,
Sitting in the same room as the President
No one knows you, but everyone knows him
You are one on one together
Staring up, you shrink some more
Sliding deeper into your seat
Hoping it will envelop you

The mind becomes free, you let go
Forgetting problems, and certain thoughts
Your emotions spike, nothing can bring you down
You are with your friends, existing
Just to have fun, enjoying life
Your eyes have the bright glow a child gets
When they open a present on Christmas Morning
Those few hours are precious
Nothing fazes you,
Nothing can bring you down

Fear

Beauty

Insignificance

Happiness

Now impossible to find the identical
Uniqueness is embraced
Words to portray yourself
They define everything

Fischer Hazen

Water

I like the simplicity of water
The way, for example
It has no path,
Willing to go anywhere
Big oceans, small lakes
Large clouds on the horizon

I like the sense of peace it brings
Slowly rippling, swirling
The sense of pervading calm
Soaring above,
And within the water

And the inspiration,
it carries
The dreams that follow
While beneath the willows,
Next to the river

Even its power is incredible
Deadly forces creating beauty
Canyons from plains
Valleys from mountains
Tunnels deep below

There is a grace to deadly force
As you look over the edge
Quarter mile by quarter mile
Slowly searching the depths
For its creator

And I never fail to be awed
By the giving nature
Water for life
Water for fun
Water for death

Water perpetually moving
Continuing beyond
Moving mindlessly

Fischer Hazen

Morning

Brilliant rays of light peeking over the canyon wall. Towering spruce trees filtering the glow, casting splotchy shadows. Jolting awake, feeling refreshed, ready to meet the day. Undergoing the shocking sleeping bag to clothes transition. Then dawning the oversized smoke filled sweatshirt. A shockwave of cold, crisp air bursts through the open tent, closely followed by the sun’s warmth.

Scrambling down a densely forested river bank, slowly making my way towards a freezing mountain stream, littered with boulders, logs, and smooth sandstone shoots. Picking my way across the debris strewn water, I occasionally receive a frigid splash. Finally arriving at a place of solitude, located on a rivers bend. Isolated from the outside world, forever hidden, forever special.

Fischer Hazen

Chair 8

Two feet of fresh and the quest
for first tracks begins,
the line starts, snaking across frozen ice
In the front, an old man dressed in aged apparel
Still sporting leather three pins,
a mountain man beard
and shapeless boards,
Next to him a teenager, in the new neon suit
A full face helmet,
and the K2 Rocker Skis, a foot wide
and tails that rise 6 inches,
7 a.m., 2 below, The sun
has not yet made its appearance
over the canyon’s edge,
Small conversation passes the time,
Hey whats up, where are you headed?
keeping their mind off the wait,
every mechanical sound forces a reaction,
all are fidgeting, all are waiting
New friends are made in that short moment
Ice crystals form on beards, snow pants
begin to freeze, fingertips chill
The smell of coffee and bagels permeate the air
Town has just awakened, slowly creaking to life
Steamy jets of breath are seen everywhere
The daily Telluride wait is nearing its end

Fischer Hazen