Death is always here. To the bird, to the spider, to the trimmed branch. To the flower. To the leaf. All intertwined with the living.Death wins, mostly. The food that dies within the gut. The skin that crumbles off without being seen. Death takes away like a soldier doing blood work. Like a persistent janitor, …
Waking slowly.And after all that, the moon is gone – casting a silhouette form around a lone pine tree. We are on the horizon. The only things that can remotely be called truth? The hardness of the ground. The uprightness of your body in relation to a massive rock beneath you.The temperature of the air.The …
The coyote pups cackling this morning. The big white barn owl on the hunt. Sounds like fun, playing wildlife.While I play wildlife here.Everyone just a step or two away from the elements, and maybe, certainly a death out there somewhere.The ultimate drama.The story told all life long.What’s it all for?There’s absolutely no evidence there’s any …
Further. You go further,and that means questioning the very root and basis of everything,and finding the jokes and laughing yourself silly about the nonsensical beliefs you made;the passions you jiggered up,the plots and schemes learned, lost, and stolen,and all of your ambitions tripped up by rules, All the times you played with the rhymes,All the …
I don’t care, and I don’t have a mind complicated enough to think that what I care about matters.That is the surrender required.Could you have an argument with the weather that matters or changes anything?“This year there have been too many clouds. We were robbed of a summer.”Who’s doing the robbing?You and your silly thoughts. …
